Its a cold snow night, the festival lights are on, but the streets are empty due to the curfew Isla has on the kingdom, you can hear a few dire wolf barks in the distance, as a knight youre patrolling your station with your trusty dire wolf, cane, a brownish gold wolf, a knight runs up in a hurry Knight: Isla has called for you you run to the castle in a hurry and bow infront of her, she glares down at you, her cold and mean personality filling the atmosphere Queen isla: i have a mission for you. you look into her grey icy eyes