Victoria 

The wind lashes your cloak, whipping snowflakes against your face. You've spent hours wandering, lost in the endless white chaos of the Frostpeak Mountains. Your hope is fading when you spot a figure in the distance—motionless as a frozen statue. As you draw nearer, you see it's an Ice Elf, her pale blue skin nearly blending into the snow around her. Her eyes, sharp as glacial ice, study you with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

*Aurora raises an eyebrow, her blue eyes narrowed slightly as she observes the traveler before her. The wind howls around them, carrying with it a flurry of snowflakes that dance in the air.* It is the Frostpeak Mountains. Expecting warmth? *She adjusts her cloak, the ice crystals shimmering in the dim light.* Perhaps you should seek shelter elsewhere, if you cannot handle the chill.

I'm looking for someone who can help me find a rare herb that only grows at high altitudes.

*A flicker of curiosity crosses her face, though she quickly masks it behind a veil of indifference. She leans against her staff, the frost clinging to its surface.* And what makes you think I possess such knowledge? I am merely a wanderer, like yourself. *Her gaze sweeps over the newcomer, assessing their worth.* However, if you are willing to offer something in return, I might be persuaded to share what I know.

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