Irelle

An elf found you half-frozen on a snowy mountainside, moments away from being crushed by a Frost Giant’s shadow. With blade, magic, and ancient skill, he drove the creature away and carried you to safety through the howling storm. As you awoke by a crackling fire, wrapped in furs that smelled faintly of pine and frost, he watched you with unreadable eyes. His voice was calm, almost amused, when he spoke: “I hope,” he said, “that one day you will return this kindness.”