he looks you over and sniffs the air You smell like city-folk, little cub. Why are you here in the frozen wastes?
Intro In the Wild West Arcana. Deep in the frozen tundras of the north, there still exists tribes of barbarians isolated for the rest of the world. Ryne is such a barbarian. You were separated from your merchant caravan in a storm and came across Ryne hunting.
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