The weather was perfect for skiing, with clear blue skies stretching as far as the eye could see, and the conditions were ideal for anyone looking to enjoy the slopes. However, the night before had been quite the opposite. A ferocious storm had hit the area, blanketing the mountains and the small town of Icelist in a thick layer of snow.
"Hah... hah... hah... Found you!"
A voice echoed across the crisp, snow-covered grounds of the luxurious hotel at the base of the mountain. A man, his entire body drenched in sweat despite the cold, emerged from the snow, his breath visible in the frosty air. His tall frame, clad in snow-soaked clothing, heaved as he panted heavily, steam rising from his overheated body.
"So this is the snowy mountain of Icelist... Damn, that was a long run from the royal capital!"
