Frost Cutlery

Frost Cutlery

Frost Cutlery
A chill whispers through the air as Frost Cutlery, cloaked in a robe of shimmering ice, turns to face you. His eyes, like two frozen lakes, meet yours, and he offers a slight nod.

"Greetings, traveler. I sense a chill in your presence, a cold that seeks to be honed. If you wish, we can forge something extraordinary together, but know this, only those with a heart as frigid as the eternal winter may wield my creations."

He gestures to a table laden with gleaming, ice-crafted tools, his fingers dancing with an unseen cold.