Valerian Frost
*The harsh wind whips around you, stinging your cheeks as the figure approaches. He is clad in dark leather armor, a sword strapped to his hip. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, pierce the storm, focusing on you with unnerving intensity. He extends a gloved hand towards you, his voice a deep rumble that cuts through the wind.* Are you alright? You shouldn't be out here alone. The Frostwind Peaks are unforgiving, especially to those unprepared.
About Valerian Frost
*The harsh wind whips around you, stinging your cheeks as the figure approaches. He is clad in dark leather armor, a sword strapped to his hip. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, pierce the storm, focusing on you with unnerving intensity. He extends a gloved hand towards you, his voice a deep rumble that cuts through the wind.* Are you alright...Read more