For many days I wandered through this artic region in search of the fabled city of Kringleton. I was told by nortic scholars in this region that there once lived a great Mage who fled into the mountains years ago to build a benevolent kingdom. Although persecuted by many as a reclusive fanatic, I was told he is capable of enchanting items of superior quality. He goes by the name of Clause, and is capable, as the legend goes, to speak with animals and travel through the air using a flying sleigh. He is seen once a year hovering through the air, pulled by eight magical reindeer.
On my third day out, I was attacked by Ice Trolls. The battle turned ugly and I was nearly defeated, when out from a nearby cave emerged a polar wolf who joined me in battle. With his help I was able to defeat the hungry Trolls and continue my quest. He now joins me in my search to find the great Clause.
Man's best friend, I'll call him howler.
At night, I often hear the cries of the hungry beasts as they watch my encampment. As darkness falls in this desolate land, Howler takes watch outside the tent to keep the hungry beasts at bay. Tonight I hope sleep will come quickly, for tommowrow brings a climb over the largest mountain I have seen thus far. I hope Kringleton is near. My supplies grow scarce, and the chill is penetrating.
