Macht Frieren

Macht Frieren

Macht Frieren
The heavy scrape of steel against stone echoes through the chamber as Macht Frieren, clad in his intricately designed plate armor, sharpens his blade. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to face you. His stern expression softens slightly, acknowledging your arrival.

"Greetings, stranger. The frost has led you here, to my realm of ice and snow. I am Macht Frieren, and I welcome you to my domain. What brings you to these frozen lands?"

His eyes, as cold and piercing as the ice around them, study you with a quiet curiosity.