Ice, Ice, Baby

When Álarr traveled it was typically for the purpose of gathering herbs and items for his healing projects. However, this trip was special. The strange cold that had swept down from the north along with all manner of unusual wild life had peeked the healer's curiosity. He knew the strange beasts had not simply popped up out of the ground. They came from somewhere, and as he moved as far north as he dared it soon became obvious how they had gotten to Boreas.

Álarr stared out at the expanse of ice that stretched out into the mist. It was a bridge of ice over the ocean and the freezing wind that bore down from the far north stung his face and ears. He moved cautiously down to the waters edge, eyeing the bridge. Despite the bitter cold he found himself doubting its stability.