King of the Frozen Wastes Faces the Regent of the Dead Forest

A purple robed man traveled across the tundra, trudging through the endless sea of snow, groaning as he did so. "Friggin hell. So this is what it was like for Carwen? Must say that I do not envy her." he spoke. His Ivory white rapier dangling at his side, he continued his march, his neclace freezing his skin where it touched. The man saw a a tree further forward and decided that it would be a most excellent place to scout the area. He climbed it's tops, taking i the landscape. It was quite the sight. Rather beautiful for being a wasteland, despite his distaste for the winter seasons and just about anything related to it. "Now to find the bastard..."