Glaze Starchaser
Frosty Starchaser
Arkania was just about the last place Glaze could call a safe haven. He was wanted for all sorts of things, exiled, and marked to be arrested on sight. But that was in the cities. Out in the middle of nowhere, he was probably okay. More specifically, in a cave, in a mountain in the middle of nowhere. The cave was a mix of ice and rock that somebody had used the ice to erode (hint: The blue-haired man himself). There was a pile of rocks that definitely passed for a hut, in his opinion, and a big fire pit outside it.
Of course, a city-loving guy like Glaze was bored out of his frakking mind. He wanted to be in a bar somewhere, dressed like every other rich kid who didn't dress like it, and thoroughly drunk. All he was out of those three was thoroughly drunk. Like, using-ice-powers-to-make-snowmen kind of thoroughly drunk. He was eating some kind of bird that he couldn't remember the name of, and drinking some kind of whiskey that had a name that he simply couldn't pronounce. After a couple of hours, he simply passed out and waited for some reason to do anything.
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