The cold winds of the Drangazi Mountains were certainly not for the faint of heart. Indeed, several stories of many a traveler being blown off the massive structure’s side were too commonplace in this cruel environment. Rumors of cannibals and all sorts of other creatures also lingered by, scaring off the weak-minded and those of frail will.

Even so, there remained a certain few that dared to cross its treacherous paths for the pursuit of glory and conquest. But for one specific individual, the prospect of power and prize did not catch her interest. Indeed, the existence known only as Marianne sought nothing but goals much loftier for the common man to imagine. Goals that she was aloof of herself.

The girl was obviously not dressed to accommodate the cold but the harsh winds seemed to have little effect on her as a whole. If anything, her single seen eye narrowed in ever greater interest as she caught sight of three people who seemed to be waiting for more. One of them was closer to her than the others, a handsome man if her sight was to be held as faithful.

Smiling, she gently walked through the crunching snow until she stood right beside him. Upon closer inspection, she found him to be speaking to the first two that had arrived. She also noticed the area around them begin to change slightly, the weather a little warmer than it was before.

Well then. Wasn’t this all sorts of interesting? Padding along to the nearest man’s side, Marianne slowly reached out and tugged on his arm. With a smile, she looked up at the man and grinned, unfazed by the contrast of warm and cold around them. She said nothing, merely smiling at him and waiting for a reaction of some kind.