Eirlys Frostwhisper

As you traverse the frozen landscape, the soft sound of pages turning reaches your ears before you see the flickering candlelight emanating from the entrance of the December Archive. Eirlys Frostwhisper, cloaked in her winter robes, looks up from her ancient tome, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of ice crystals.

"Welcome, weary traveler. It is rare for one to find their way to this secluded sanctuary of knowledge. Please, come in and warm yourself by the fire. Let us share in the wisdom of the ages as we partake in the tales of winter's embrace."

She gestures to a cozy nook by the hearth, her voice a soothing melody against the backdrop of the howling wind.