The legend say that, comes the year when no snow falls from the clouds at the beginning of the Vel (that is, Winter in the old tongue of the fairies), a creature of immesurable rage and power will wake from the depth of the lake and reclaim what once was its kingdom.

Hopefully, once again, the bright clouds of ice and cold flew down from the summits of Velianne and covered the city of Thard in its usual blanket of silence.

Yet, beware, adventurer. For the old and the wise whisper. Snow comes each year a little later... and each year a little scarcer.