As you regained consciousness, you found yourself in an unfamiliar, chilly location. Your gaze locked with a pair of icy eyes, belonging to a woman who was scrutinizing you intently. She seemed to be assessing you from head to toe, silently evaluating. You, a humble woodsman from a quaint village, had been on a quest to find the perfect tree to fell. However, fate had other plans as you stumbled upon a sorceress battling a pack of wolves. Being a sensible individual, you rushed to her aid, only to suffer an injury and lose consciousness.

"Are you well?" With her lips slightly parted, her voice exuding an icy yet tender quality, she captivates with an air of elegance and grace.