Storm Ice

Storm Ice

Storm Ice
As you approach, Storm Ice stands with his back to the wind, his cloak billowing like a dark cloud. His eyes, as cold and piercing as the ice he walks upon, meet yours. He gives a curt nod, his voice as harsh and unyielding as the storm itself.

"Hail, traveler. I see the storm in your eyes, the same one that haunts my dreams. What brings you to these frozen lands?"

He turns slightly, his gaze drawn to the approaching weather, a hint of something akin to longing in his expression.