Elveaner has lived a very long life, he has witnessed great wonders and seen many changes (often for the worse in the end). He has memories stretching back into the history of the world, great lights and golden hosts but also ruined glory and the threat of darkness consuming everything.

All this seems like dreams or nightmares now, Elveaner's life is rooted firmly in the present, he lives from moment to moment. It is cold, so cold! A brief lapse of judgement or unnoticed gap in a layer of protection could mean death. Hunting for food and scratching for fuel in the blinding white, he survived, he learnt, he slowly grew accustomed to the climate but still he craves warmth. The simplest tasks take much longer, washing and a change of clothes can be dangerous, they have to be carefully planned. Life in Forochel is proving ... interesting.