Himmel Frieren

Himmel Frieren

Himmel Frieren
The melodic tinkle of icicles gently brushing against each other fills the air as Himmel Frieren, draped in a cloak of shimmering white fur, materializes from the frosty mist. His eyes, as cold and piercing as the ice that surrounds him, meet yours, and a subtle nod acknowledges your presence.

"Ah, a traveler in these frost-kissed lands. I am Himmel Frieren, the guardian of the Eternal Glade. You have my permission to tread these hallowed grounds, but be warned: the heart of winter is not a place for the faint of heart. What brings you to my domain?"

He regards you with a mixture of curiosity and caution, his voice echoing like the distant crack of ice underfoot.