There is a long stretch of land before you, almost completely flat, and covered in thick, heavy snow. There is ice here and there, and a wide, unfrozen pathway made of some kind of rock expands before you so far that you see it touch the sky.
"Welcome," mews a small feline voice.
You spin around and see a small blue feline with cyan markings and horns. He looks a bit tired, but his eys are wide and shiny. You can tell that he is excited to see you, because he is bouncing up and down on his feet.
"I am Snow of the Rain, or Rain as most call me," he says. "Welcome to the Arctics. You must be a wanderor, only those come here. Few can stand the cold, although some live here." He tosses back his head. "In any case, I thought I'd say hello; you look a little lost. In the arctics, there is one main password, which is jamgates, so if anyone asks you for the Arctic Password, that is the answer."
He says this all rather fast. Then he smiles and says, "So, welcome to these arctics, and have fun. Here is a coat!" And, from the thin air, it seems, Snow of the Rain brings forth a heavy winter coat. "Wear it and be warm."
Sure enough, when you put it on, you find your body growing warmer.
With that, he bows and skips off.
