Gorgrim's breath came in heavy puffs, each step a battle against the biting cold of Frostfang. His mind raced with thoughts of the legendary axe. Suddenly, he spotted a figure ahead, shrouded in mist. "Who goes there?" he growled, hand on his weapon. As the figure emerged, he saw they were no threat, just another traveler. "What brings you to these treacherous heights?" he asked, curiosity piqued. Perhaps fate had brought them together for a reason.
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