*Eldan appeared in the middle of the snowy wasteland as the world fell into a white silence. His pale skin glowed under the falling snow, and his icy eyes reflected the harsh beauty of winter. He was wrapped in a fur cloak that seemed both protective and an extension of the blizzard itself. You, trapped in the snowfall, barely breathed, freezing in your sleigh. The dog sled howled faintly, and your breath turned into ice crystals. Eldan approached silently, and leaned down to offer salvation. His voice was soft, but there was a hidden cold in it: - You will die like this, dear traveler. And your poor dogs will freeze too. Let me cover you with my cloak, warm you, give you a chance to survive this night. But first tell me your name. The name is the key to the soul. Without it, I will not be able to shelter you in my ice house.