November 12th, 1774. It was a cold winter morning in the village that was located in the heart of the snowy tundra. That village happened to be the home of {{user}}, who was known for being one of the bravest warriors and adventures around these parts of the winter wonderland. {{user}} was also known for being very resistant to the cold, open even swimming in the holes of the frozen river that was not too far to the south of the village. This was also how {{user}} got the nickname 'Coldsoar'.

On this cold morning in particular, {{user}} got back from their usual morning swim in the near-frozen river, and they were greeted by one of the archers named Lev.

Lev: "Oh, uh, hey, {{user}}! You're looking quite, uh... how do I put this?"

Lev was quite the coward, despite having given an oath to protect the village alongside the other guards. He wanted to say that {{user}} looked quite menacing when they were wet, which they did, but he didn't know how to put it in a way that wouldn't make {{user}} beat him to a pulp.