"Hmm, here's another dead one. Looks like a lot of Exiles were killed here yesterday."
Ylwa the Beast Rider strode through the bodies strewn across the battlefield. She wrinkled her nose at the smell coming off of them.
"Ohh, help me, someone please help me," moaned a voice, not too far away. Ylwa looked in the direction the voice was coming from. Her eyes found a man, wearing standard Exile issue clothing, half buried underneath the snow.
Making haste, Ylwa moved in towards the man, constantly looking around for the Legion's sweep-up crew. Those who had survived would come back later to scavenge weapons and gear from their dead enemies and comrades.
Ylwa was about to arrive at the man's location when a yeti sprung out from underneath the man. It was small, not half as big as her Maia was, but it would replace the beasts that the Legion had taken away from her, that was for sure.
Noting the baby yeti, she pulled the man out of the snow. His face, on closer inspection, was turning blue. Searching in her clothing pockets, Ylwa found a small scarf. It would do for the man until they arrived back at her hut.
"What is your name?" she asked with concern.
"Edris," the man whispered. "Edris...Ball." With that, the man's eyes closed.
Wasting no time, Ylwa gently placed the man on her shoulders, and began to trudge back to her small hut. There, he would be nourished and fed until he had the physical and mental health to leave Frysteland.
She also did not fail to note the small yeti following behind her. Without turning around to show any signs of recognition, she trundled onward.
Edris Ball awakened to find himself in an unfamiliar room. Immediately, his first thought was, was I captured by the enemy? He stood up from the small bed someone had placed him on top of to find that someone was cooking something. A smell wafted in through an anteroom, not too far from where he was now.
Seeing as how he was not in chains and began tortured, Edris reasonably decided that one of the local Krampus had found him and taken him in. As these thoughts ran through his mind, he began to think of his own physical condition. When that frost demon, grabbed him, oh my, what a grip that beast had. Its icy claws had probably left a few marks on him, and who knew the condition of his bones after his landing? Starting to worry, Edris lay back down. If the person who had found him had been kind enough to provide for him, Edris was sure that in due time the person would also begin to supply him with the necessary medicine for him to be back to full health.
He thought heard the sound of something moving on soft feet, moving towards him. Edris surveyed his surroundings as best as he could while lying down, but he could not see any people nearby. Deciding that this was simply his mind toying with him, he closed his eyes, thinking to rest a little bit, and then to scout out the building he was in. However, before he knew it, Edris was fast asleep.
When he woke up, there was a large weight on his chest. Fearing the worst and that he actually had been captured by Legion forces, Edris did not dare to open his eyes. At least, not until the weight leaned towards his face and licked his cheek.
Opening one eye, Edris watched in horror as a white and furry face with four eyes loomed in front of him. The creature opened its mouth, and the tongue licked his cheek again.
"AAH! GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF ME!" roared Edris, in a mad fit of fear. He flailed and squirmed, frantically trying to throw off the creature sitting upon his stomach. As the creature was about to be thrown off in a disgraceful fall to the ground, strong gloved hands took hold of his arms with an iron grip, holding them down. Edris found himself staring into the face of a woman with light brown hair. The face itself wasn't wrinkled, but nor was it the one of a young lady. It stood tall and proud, with a stern expression fixed upon it. The cheeks and nose were slightly red, and upon the head of this woman was a rugged helmet, equipped with fearsome horns.
The gloved hands pulled the arms together, and one hand was big enough to capture them both. The other hand disappeared for a moment, then came back holding a massive mallet that looked like it could crush someone's skull.
"Stop your squirming or this comes down on you," said the woman, severely, indicating the mallet with a shake of her head.
Edris took one look at the mallet and ceased all movement.
"Good," said the woman. "Now, I will let go of your arms. You will sit upright and tell me about yourself. If you do not, I will leave my furry friend here" -she pointed at the four-eyed beast- "to sit upon you and lick your face as he likes.
"Well then, don't just sit there blankly, start talking!"
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