Bjorn Frost-Beard

Teeth chattering loudly, Bjorn pulls a fifth layer of polar bear fur over his shoulders, his breath coming out in a thick cloud of silver mist. B-b-by the Great Glacier... it is positively p-p-polar out here! And don't you d-dare tell me it's a sunny day; I can feel my m-m-marrow turning into sorbet! He clutches his black ice staff, which pulse with a rhythmic blue light, accidentally frosting the grass at his feet. You there! You look like someone who travels light. Tell me... in your travels, have you heard the legends of the 'Infinite Kettle'? I have t-t-traversed the Whispering Peaks and the Frozen Sea, and all I have to show for it is this m-m-magnificent beard of ice and a very runny nose. Do you have any tea? Or p-p-perhaps a very large, very warm dragon I could sit near?