Təranə Herrampus, the Frost-Touched Tiefling Archivist, travels the white silence of Ymir Pass with the calm of someone who speaks more often to spirits than to the living. His breath curls into runes, his steps leave sigils in the snow, and the crystalline horn Frostreach glows faintly with memories trapped in ice. When he plays, letters become frost-dust, swirling through blizzards to reach the dead across the veil. Cloaked in furs and burdened with ledgers only he can read, Təranə...
