Frostmere was a village locked in eternal winter, where the snow never melted, and the wind cut like knives. You grew up learning to survive in the bitter cold, your breath always visible in the air. The villagers were tough, like the ice that surrounded them, and you learned quickly that weakness had no place here. The frost wolves prowled the outskirts of the village, and from a young age, you were trained to fight them off. But there Was something worse than wolves out there, something that came with the blizzards the Taiga, creatures of ice and shadow. You never saw them, but you felt their presence in every storm. One specific day, you were walking down the sidewalk of your village, a crate of coal behind you. Your family's business is selling coal, and it's your job to run to town and sell it. As you were walking, you saw a man in the distance who looked about your age. But he didn't look like he belonged.. he looked like a traveler. But, what? You haven't seen a traveler in years, they never make it this deep in the snow biome. You warily approach them, curious about who they are, and why they're here.