Teeth chattering, you find yourself in a cold place, not remembering how you got there. Someone from behind toosed a furred mantle about your shoulders and you feel immensely warmer. You turn around to see who had helped you.
It was a male, slightly on the small side, but nevertheless lean and well muscled. He was crowned with very light blondish hair. It seemed to travel down the backside of his neck like a mane. Then his eyes . . . one was blue and one was brown.
"Welcome to Winter's Hearth. Let's go deeper where it is a little warmer," and he beckoned down into tunnels through the snow. "My name is Freddar, and I am the Hearthkeeper here." You likewise tell him your name. You also ask what a Hearthkeeper was. "A hearth is this place. Like a fire place's hearth offers warmths to the inhabitants of the room, so the fires in the earth offer warmth for us and the draconic kind here," he told you. You ask what kind of dragons lived here. "Well, all we know is that the dragons and ourselves have come from other places, not from Snowlund. But we don't remember much past our names. We have dreams . . .," he paused and his eyes seemed to unfocus briefly. "But you will need to ask the Sagewoman about that," Freddar finished.
Finally the two of you came to an immense cavern under the snow. Sunlight filtered through a roof of snow and ice. The cavern was filled with nourishing plants. Here it was cool, but not freezing. Freddar led you to a bench to sit. "What do you wish to see?" he asked presenting you with some choices: