Far to the North lies the Frozen Wastes. Beyond that is an expanse of unending winter riddled with pockets of abandoned places and times.

Here, a child of the forest wanders alone. He is lost, but not by any definition you or I would understand. A friend to the two and four-legged kind, yet an adversary as well, near frozen ruins this tracker, hunter, a guide at times now makes his camp.

By far, the comfort he takes from the fires warmth is not his first choice. He remembers another. One that is more tangible. One that is more supple.

His soul hungers for something that burns with the fire of creation.

Something that is much more satisfying to his desires.