Duskfire Glacier we shall not give up

arius, lost to his own heavy contemplations, does not expect anyone to stumble across him. when he it happens, he is startled, hackles bristling along his back; guarded. he tries to soothe them down when the stranger greets him, noting the amiable words sent his way. still, he cannot help but feel defensive: this is the grave of his parents, after all.

hello. arius greets simply. what brings you to the glacier? he cannot help but ask.