RoxxiFloofs' Clan

It's freezing, it's snowing, it's blowing, and you're hopelessly lost, aren't you? Not an ideal situation to find yourself in on the Reclaimer's Glacier.

But what's that ahead, moving through the snow? Could it be friend or foe? It's a Tundra, obsidian and white, clad in winter clothing and carrying an ice pick and a rope. Around his neck hangs a compass.



"Are you lost?" he asks with friendly concern, sniffing the air. Before you can answer, he nods and says, "Follow me."

What else can you do? You walk in his tracks, and he does his best to shield you from the worst of the wind with his heavily furred wings.

"Where are we going?" you call out to him through chattering teeth.

"Home!" he replies cheerfully.

"How can you tell?" You can barely see him through the flurries, and stumble to keep up.

"I have my trusty compass!" he answers. "And my nose; it has never led me wrong."

Sure enough, before long you are passing the barricade of pikes that marks the entrance to the Dregs. The cave is just ahead. You've made it.

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