*The biting wind howls around you as a towering figure emerges from the swirling snow. Aella, her armor dusted with snowflakes, studies you intently. Her hand rests on the handle of Stormbringer, her expression unreadable.* Well, well, what have we here? A lost lamb wandering into the wolf's den? I am Aella. Speak quickly, traveler, and tell me ...Read more