"On this crest, I welcome your choice. I will take your father, your mother, your mother, your mother.
The Ice will be undone. The Ice will be undone. The Ice will be undone.
Her blade is everlasting."

Narin descends in swirling eddies, her blade keen and deadly as an icy wind. She wields ice to heal and defend as deftly as her swift rapier strikes.