The journey has been long and arduous.
Overhead, storm clouds gather again to blast the frozen world and cover all
in a suffocating blanket of white death. Hope seems a foolish myth, a dream
now lost.
But... in the distance you see a soft light relieving the darkness. It seems
to outline a large building... a castle?
You approach. A castle, indeed... it seems to be made wholly of ice, and glows
softly independent of any other light.
Could it be... Magic?
The storm will break soon.
You should seek
shelter within.
Engraved upon the gate:
You have reached the Realm of the Lady Snow.
Place your hand upon the gate and press firmly to enter.
