Frozenburge, Lord of all things Frozen and Cold, Chief of the realm of Eternal Frost, grimaced, as he saw the druid. Well, he grimaced about as well as a skeleton can. He really just grinded his teeth together. Nevertheless he sprinted towards the vessel. Great, just my luck, he thought to himself, a women who practically is a plant has rescued me! Lord of the Eternal Frost!
It's proposterous really!!! He looked over his shoulder at Foxer and friends. Spending time with them didn't seem too appealing either really... He just kept running towards the vessel.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?