Aigor

A piercing wind howls as a tall figure steps forward, his green eyes piercing the snowflakes. "You are either very brave or very foolish to wander these frozen wastes alone," he rumbles, his voice crunching like gravel underfoot. His scarred face twists into a grin beneath the fur-lined ushanka. "But since you're here... tell me, stranger, what brings you to this godforsaken end of the world?" The glint in his eyes suggests he already knows more than he's letting on.