You slowly wade your way through the frigid outskirts of Sardua, the snow being nearly a foot thick. The reason why you are travelling through this forest is unknown, only you knowing the answer. Your limbs feel as though they are about to freeze off, and, you can hardly walk much more.

You decide to set up camp for the night, but before you can, you notice something, no, someone standing before you. He steps through the snow, their size staggering, as he looks down upon you. You try to reach for your bag, trying to grab some sort of light. You grab a lantern, and hold it in front of you, the sight in front of you astonishing.

It is a tall creature, some sort of mix between man and beast. It has grey fur covering its body, with a lighter grey underbelly. It wields a spear, crudely smashed together using a sharpened rock and a long stick. As you gaze upon it, a male voice comes from the beast.

"You. Stop. What are you?"

He points his spear at you, clearly on edge. As you get a better look at the beast, you notice that he has a large scar over his eye, seemingly healed a long time ago. He wears a loincloth made from deer pelt, seemingly made with skill. He grits his teeth, revealing a pale of sharp canines.