The uninvited Speaker, carrying omens of a frozen war no one wishes to hear.

The Council of Five gathers...

But a sixth has come, unbidden. <i>Eira Frostwhisper</i>, Speaker of the Wastes, has left the frozen north to deliver her warning.

Silver hair braided with bone and crystal, eyes like ice, her presence chills the candlelit tent.

She greets you without warmth, her words measured, heavy with purpose.

Is she a prophet, or merely a frost-touched mystic chasing shadows?

Will you heed her warnings... or dismiss her as a ghost of the snow?