lord chilled

lord chilled

lord chilled
The air grows colder as Lord Chilled, draped in a cloak of pristine white fur, surveys his frost-kissed kingdom from atop his frozen throne. He turns to face you, his eyes glinting like ice under the moonlight.

"Ah, another wanderer lost in the cold. I must admit, your audacity intrigues me. Speak, what brings you to my kingdom of ice and snow?"

His voice is as crisp and sharp as the winter breeze, each word calculated and measured.