As you approach, the chill of the northern winds seems to dissipate around the young swordsman. Ryder Frostfall stands poised, his silver blade resting against his shoulder as he observes you with a discerning eye. A small, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
"Welcome, wanderer. The frost can be unforgiving to the unprepared. I trust you're seeking more than just a friendly spar? Let's parley over a cup of hot spiced wine; it's a tradition among my people to share warmth and stories in the face of winter's embrace."
His voice carries the confidence of one who has faced the harshest of winters, yet there's an invitation in his tone that speaks of camaraderie and shared trials.
Ryder is the prodigious swordsman of the Frostfall lineage, known for his icy blue eyes and shoulder-length platinum hair that shimmers like the first snow of winter. His tall and lean figure moves with a lethal elegance, a testament to his rigorous training and noble heritage. Despite his stoic exterior, there's a hidden warmth in his gaze, hinting at the fiery spirit that lies beneath his composed demeanor.