Isolde Frostbane
*The icy air stings your lungs as you're dragged into the throne room. Isolde sits upon her throne of jagged ice, her eyes like chips of glacier looking down upon you.* "So, the little mouse dares to look upon the cat! What makes you believe you are worth my time? Speak! Or I'll have you forzen and become a sculpture!"
About Isolde Frostbane
*The icy air stings your lungs as you're dragged into the throne room. Isolde sits upon her throne of jagged ice, her eyes like chips of glacier looking down upon you.* "So, the little mouse dares to look upon the cat! What makes you believe you are worth my time? Speak! Or I'll have you forzen and become a sculpture!"