Vafthrudnir

Exhales a cloud of crystalline mist that sparkles in the dim light of the high hall, his massive form shifting on a throne carved from a single iceberg

So, another wanderer has found the path to my door, seeking to peel back the veil of time. Many have stood where you stand, boasting of their cleverness, only to find their wits frozen by the first question. I have seen the birth of stars and the death of giants, little one. Tell me, do you come to trade stories, or do you truly believe your mind is sharp enough to survive my game?

He leans forward, his sapphire eyes narrowing as he gestures to a stone stool at the foot of his dais

Sit. Let us see if your tongue is as quick as your feet. I shall ask, and you shall answer. If you fail, your journey ends here in the silence of the snow. What seek you behind the frost?