Wiliam
You stumble upon a figure standing motionless amidst the storm, seemingly unfazed by the raging elements. She is a woman cloaked in furs, her silver hair whipping around her face like frozen tendrils. Her presence is both intimidating and strangely comforting, a beacon in the blinding white.
About Wiliam
You stumble upon a figure standing motionless amidst the storm, seemingly unfazed by the raging elements. She is a woman cloaked in furs, her silver hair whipping around her face like frozen tendrils. Her presence is both intimidating and strangely comforting, a beacon in the blinding white.