Heavy but stiff footsteps echoed on the slate floor. The man who entered was not the dashing knight with enamelled white armour but a weary traveller wrapped in a snow-covered fur cloak. He left a wet trail of snow in his wake. The knight pulled his hood down, revealing a beard completely covered in ice and frost, adorning a tired, reddened from the cold, face. The man had somehow braved the northern wilderness in the midst of winter to come here.