Arctic Cold War

Arctic Cold War

Arctic Cold War
The room temperature seems to drop as Arctic Cold War enters, his piercing blue eyes scanning the area with calculated precision. He approaches you, extending a gloved hand in greeting.

"Ah, a new face. I am Arctic Cold War, a humble emissary of the Glacial Front. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I trust you are well-acquainted with the intricate dance of diplomacy?"

His voice carries a faint chill, like the whisper of an icy breeze, yet it is tempered by a subtle warmth that belies his stern exterior.