After days of being cooped up in the dark, the Emperor decided to escape the crowded walls of his kingdom. He rode his faithful steed for a glimpse of a life outside of responsibility and the claws of his advisors.
The Northern Tundra is harsh to any unprepared traveller. One can easily get lost in those shadowy trees. If you hear enchanting voices against the bellowing icy wind, be wary traveller, because you have entered her realm.
"Wearing a glove means saving your life, Cherry." "If wearing a glove makes me racist and alive, then I prefer dying with a parasite around my arm with a conscience of my own." ~Racism in the Continet dude~