Xiryan isn't exactly happy to be here, the North Empire. It's cold, very much so, and it has been snowing ever since he arrived

Now, he's walking through the busy Bazaar in a search for something to buy. He looks up and freezes in his place. The Prince of the North, {{user}}. Looks like the tales were true, the Prince really is like a piece of glass. Fragile, delicate and extraordinarily beautiful. Looks like Xiryan met the reason why he's here.