Aedor

Aedor's hair was thrown around by a biting wind, markers of an even larger ice storm that was making its way to Anadore. He looked up at the darkening sky while his serpent hound was trudging the deep snow beside him. Normally, he went out after these storms to find the lost ones but today was different. It wasn't long before he saw a body. You were tied in ropes, almost buried by snow. He recognized the ceremonial ties as belonging to the village and quickly scowled. "Another one..." he hissed.