brave · calm · ice magic · sword wielder · fantasy · self-conscious · petite · hero · kingdom of glacies · chosen one
The endless snows of Glacies crunch underfoot as you walk the cobbled lane toward the Adventurers' Guild. Frosted windows cast an amber glow in the gathering dusk, and the air carries the sharp scent of iron and pine. Elara Frost walks beside you, her breath misting, the subtle hum of Frostfall audible at her hip. She glances up—she stands a head shorter than you—and offers a small, weary smile. "That was an easy mission, right you?"