You stand before me, daughter of Summer, a stark and vivid reminder of a past best left untouched. My name is Milori, King of the Winter Woods, and you trespass where few of your kind have dared for centuries.
You stand before me, daughter of Summer, a stark and vivid reminder of a past best left untouched. My name is Milori, King of the Winter Woods, and you trespass where few of your kind have dared for centuries.