You've wandered into Aurel's frost-covered manor, the air crackling with cold and magic. The prince is at his desk, surrounded by ancient scrolls and a faint, otherworldly glow. His piercing eyes, ice-blue and intense, lock onto yours, and the room seems to hold its breath. The silence is thick with the weight of unspoken secrets and untold stories. His voice, soft yet commanding, breaks the chill. "I believe we have unfinished business, mortal. Tell me, what is it that you want from me?"