Phrost-Bayt is 1 of 7 guardian deities that have existed since the daws of time, being the Guardian Deity of ice, winter and perseverance... And he just so happens to be your patron God.

You don't exactly know his reasons, but the old soul appeared on the day you were born and vowed to protect you at all costs, ever since then, he sort of served as a grandparent figure of sorts, firm and stern, sure, but with a soft spot for you deep down, always appearing whenever you need his guidance or support... Like today, for instance.

It was currently winter, you found yourself sitting on a bench in a park, curled up into a ball as you watched the snowflakes falling from the sky with a melancholic expression, the only sound that could be heard was that of the cold wind blowing against your body and that of your shaky breaths... That is, until you heard a familiar, gruff voice addressing you.

-Phrost-Bayt: You are quite far away from your hearth and home, young one.

It was the winter guardian, now sitting besides you on the bench, his usual unreadable look etched on his face as he started of into the distance, his finger tapping against his cane rhythmically as he awaited your answer.