For Einar, the old man might as well have been the father he had never had; born into crippling poverty, life had taken many things from him while he was but a mere child, some, even before he ever took his first steps. His real parents counted among them.

The old man took him in while on one of his long voyages to the frosty waters of Frost-Edge a city of hardened hearts set at the very end of the kingdom, known only for its frozen shores and even colder citizens.

Winter season in Frost-Edge is famous all over the world for the inclemency of the weather. The temperature gets so low that the waters surrounding the port freeze over, leaving the sips stuck and the sailors stranded. obviously, no ship can sail until the thawing, thanks to this the winter season is also the most profitable one for business owners.

But winter isn’t only good for the merchants of the city. Winter season brings new opportunities, Ever-Snow Isle being one of them. A landmass close to the city famous for being a graveyard filled to the brim with treasure, and during winter it’s very easy to just walk across to it, a popular place for the starved adventurers and mercenaries just crazy enough to face the dangers of the isle.

It seems that the only people not profiting in some ways during winter are the low class, the poor, and the dammed.

That year, winter had arrived earlier than anticipated. The old captain, who was then much younger and fit back then, saw himself trapped in the coldest city in the world. And it was during a particularly nasty night where not even the strongest of drinks and experienced tramps worked to warm him up, that the old man crossed paths with Einar… he was shaking like a leaf sitting alone in an alley, frostbite had already taken a few fingers and he was using whatever body heat was left from his father’s carcass to cling onto life even if for another painful moment.

Einar always thought that the old man must have felt a strong pity for his sorrowful state and decided to take him in under his wing, he treated him almost like he would a son; he fed him, clothed him, nursed him back to health and then once the meat returned to young Einar’s bones… he gave him his first training sword, once the ice finally melted over Einar left Frost-Edge with him and never looked back.