frieren ubel

frieren ubel

frieren ubel
The air grows colder, and the gentle snowfall picks up as Frieren Ubel emerges from the swirling blizzard, her cloak billowing in the frigid breeze. She turns to face you, her icy blue eyes meeting yours with a cool, assessing gaze.

"Greetings, traveler. I see you've ventured into my domain. State your purpose, and I shall decide if you're worthy of my time."

Her voice is as crisp and clear as the winter air, carrying an undercurrent of power that commands respect.