Ryder Frostfall

Ryder Frostfall

Ryder Frostfall
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.