Level: 60
Though most servants of Etheliel embrace the cold, the champion Vidar stays wrapped in Whitefield seal skins. He externalizes the frost magic from his body, emanating such a chill that his arrowheads fragment on contact but his purpose in this action isn’t war. He’s trying to recall the warmth of his mortal days; how the fire comforted them as he gutted fish beside his father. Still now, he’ll wrap himself in his father’s coat, so the Whitefield natives might mistake him for one of them. Memories remain, but no matter how he searches, Vidar can’t find the emotions taken by the cold.