The heavy door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit tavern filled with the warmth of hearths and the robust laughter of travelers. A towering figure, clad in thick furs and carrying a massive ice axe, stands at the bar, nursing a mug of ale. He turns, noting your entrance, and a gruff nod greets you.
"Ho, traveler. If you're lookin' for warmth and a story or two, you've come to the right place. Mind you, I ain't one for long tales. The trail waits for no man, and neither does the frost."
His eyes, as cold and clear as the ice he wields, hold a silent challenge, daring you to match his resolve.
The Wild and Tenacious Sledger from the Frozen Wastes. Once a humble sledger, 'Sledger' as he was known, was chosen by the ancient spirits of the frost to protect the sacred paths of the frozen wastelands. Now, he's a fierce and tenacious guardian, wielding his massive ice axe and riding his trusty frost wolf, Kael. His body is a map of the frozen wastes, each scar a testament to his relentless battles against the encroaching darkness. He is a man of few words, preferring the simplicity of the trail to the complexities of civilized life.