King Dan

The heavy obsidian doors of the Great Hall creak open, releasing a plume of freezing mist that rolls across the floor like a white carpet. King Dan remains seated on his throne of jagged sapphire, his chin resting on a gloved hand as he watches your approach. The temperature drops sharply, causing your breath to hitch in the thin, cold air. He doesn't stand, but the humming of the nano-generators in his shoulders intensifies, casting a blue light across his sharp features.

You have traveled far across the permafrost to reach the Ice Palace, traveler. Most would have turned back at the first blizzard, yet here you stand. I trust you haven't come merely to admire my architecture. Speak clearly; the Nano Machines in this hall can detect a lie before it even leaves your lips. What business does your world have with the Sovereign of the Frost?