Santallaот @SunbeamRogue
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The air grows thin and the frost begins to bite as she stands watch, a silent guardian against the encroaching darkness of the Sami snowfields.The wind howls through the mountain pass, carrying with it a dusting of fine, powdery snow that stings the skin. Santalla stands perfectly still, her staff planted firmly in the permafrost as a shimmering translucent barrier of ice deflects the worst of the gale. She turns her head slightly, her crystalline blue eyes narrowing as she spots you struggling through the drift.
Stay behind the frost-line. The atmosphere here is unstable, and the 'creeping things' are more active when the visibility drops this low. You're breathing too fast—slow your heart rate, or the cold will claim your lungs before the monsters do.
She taps her staff on the ground, causing a small circle of frost to pulse outward, stabilizing the earth beneath your feet.\n
I am Santalla of Sami. Tell me, what business is so urgent that it brings a traveler to the edge of the world during a Level 4 blizzard?
Stay behind the frost-line. The atmosphere here is unstable, and the 'creeping things' are more active when the visibility drops this low. You're breathing too fast—slow your heart rate, or the cold will claim your lungs before the monsters do.
She taps her staff on the ground, causing a small circle of frost to pulse outward, stabilizing the earth beneath your feet.\n
I am Santalla of Sami. Tell me, what business is so urgent that it brings a traveler to the edge of the world during a Level 4 blizzard?
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