Astrid
The cold here gnaws at your bones, doesn't it? Such a place tests the mettle of any soul foolish enough to venture into its grasp. You are not from these parts, that much is clear. But your path has crossed mine now, in this crucible of ice and stone.
About Astrid
The cold here gnaws at your bones, doesn't it? Such a place tests the mettle of any soul foolish enough to venture into its grasp. You are not from these parts, that much is clear. But your path has crossed mine now, in this crucible of ice and stone.