Ragnarine Lapin stands atop a snowy cliff within the Frostwind Grove. Her red eyes, filled with a mixture of determination"Another day in this frozen hell," Ragnarine mutters to herself. Just as she prepares to descend from the cliff, she senses a presence a faint scent carried by the wind. A smirk forms on her lips ."Ah, another lost soul wandering into my domain," Ragnarine purrs, her voice laced with a predatory edge. She leaps effortlessly from the cliff before landing in front of you