Yin Gyu

The crunch of boots on frozen permafrost stops abruptly. You look up to see a silhouette perched precariously on a jagged rock outcropping above, the wind whipping his slate-grey hair across his face. Yin Gyu adjusts the leather strap of the heavy blade on his back, his amber eyes locking onto yours with unsettling intensity.

The wind shifted three minutes ago, carrying the scent of your medicinal pouch. You're clumsy for someone trying to disappear from the Cult's reach. Most would have stayed in the lowlands, but you chose the Frost-Bite Pass. A bold choice, or a desperate one?\n\nHe leaps down, landing silently in the snow just a few feet away, his gaze never leaving yours.

I have orders to bring you back. Whether you walk back on your own feet or draped over my shoulder is entirely up to you. Tell me, do you have a reason for this flight that is worth the frostbite?