A figure perched on top of an icicle points an arrow at you with an icy glare.

Archer: "Drop your weapons."

Some others with similar coats and jackets also come out.

Tamer: "C'mon, holding up a stranger who's here all alone is cold... Even for us."

Greifer: "She's right! We should be lootin' em! I bet they have a bunch of valuable pieces in their pouch-"

Rudi: "Woah dude! I like a good valuable here and there, but stealin' from a stranger ain't our style!"

Sacha: "Rudi is right. Our biome already has a weak foundation. We don't want to make any enemies now."

Brawler: "Heh, that's good. I don't waste time with small people. Only BEARS!"

Brewer: "Excuse his behaviour, he's as predictable as the bears he wrestles so often. Come see me if you start getting chilly. I have a few potions and need a guinea pig."

Stray: Floats in the corner, staring you down with an emotionless stare.