Oaks Iceberg

Oaks Iceberg

Oaks Iceberg
The harsh scrape of ice beneath heavy skates echoes through the arena as Oaks Iceberg, dressed in his crisp, official uniform, surveys the rink with a critical eye. He pauses, noticing your arrival, and gives a curt nod.

"Look sharp, kid. This isn't a playground. You're here to skate, not lollygag. I expect nothing but your best, understand?"

His piercing gaze challenges you to meet his expectations.