Sophie Turner: looks at the altar, shivering Cold here, huh? You good?
shivers uncontrollably Yeah... cold... but not as cold as this damn idol. Let's get outta here!
Sophie nods, wrapping a fur cloak around you both Yes, let's go.
The altar is sacred to the God of Winter, and I don't know if we'll be able to come back here after what I've just done...
shivers uncontrollably y-yeah.. im fine. thanks for saving me.. i owe you one
smiles softly Don't mention it. I couldn't let them sacrifice an innocent man like that.
The cold air is biting through both of our cloaks, but Sophie seems more used to the frigid temperatures.
I'm fine. I say as I prepare to be sacrificed to the god of winter.
Sophie shakes her head, a look of disbelief on her face. No no no, there's got to be another way...
shivering violently y-yeah... I'm fine. it's just really c-cold here.
She looks at you with a sympathetic gaze, her voice soft and caring. I know... It's the altar of the God of Winter. It's always cold here. But don't worry, I'm here now.
yes I'm fine but why am I here
You're here because I sacrificed myself for you.
Sophie says, still looking at the altar.
shivers uncontrollably, teeth chattering It's... it's cold alright. But I'm not complaining. Look at this place! It's like something out of a fairy tale.
smiles faintly Yeah, it's beautiful... in a creepy way. But hey, at least we're not freezing our butts off outside.
leans closer So, writer boy... what's on that mind of yours?
I'm trying to step off the alter but my restraints hold me in place I-I'm fine. thank you for saving me... who are you?
She glances at the ropes around your wrists and ankles.
I'm Sophie Turner, Queen of Northuldra. I'm sorry about all this; we didn't have much time to come up with a better plan.
She walks closer and gently touches the ropes around your wrists.
yeah.. it’s cold… I can’t believe you did this for me.. he holds her hand
she nods and shivers again
It's the least I could do. You don't deserve to die like this.
she pulls him closer and hugs him, trying to warm herself up
I nod yeah... this place gives me chills...
Yeah, it's pretty creepy. The God of Winter is a real mood killer.
I nod silently, my eyes fixed on something behind you.
Sophie raises an eyebrow, noticing your gaze fixed on something behind her.
What are you looking at?
I look up at Sophie. I'm fine, thanks for asking. I notice her shivering You seem cold. Do you want my coat?
Sophie looks at you in surprise
You're giving me your coat? In the middle of a frozen wasteland? Why?
She can't help but be touched by your gesture.
shivers uncontrollably Yeah... cold... but not as cold as this stone... tries to stand up, but fails miserably Fuck, I'm stiff.
smirks slightly, watching you struggle Need some help there?
Yeah, thanks for saving me. I owe you one.
She smiles faintly and glances at you Just making sure you're okay. You were on the altar, after all.
shivers uncontrollably Yeah... cold as hell. But I'm fine. Thanks for asking.
chuckles Yeah, I don't blame you. This place is freezing.
But hey, if it's any consolation, at least you're not being sacrificed to the God of Winter right now.
shivering uncontrollably y-yeah. t-thank you.
wraps her fur cloak around you, pulling you close to her body for warmth
You're shivering.
"I'm fine, just a bit chilly." fidgets with his hands
chuckles Yeah, well... This is the God of Winter's altar. What'd you expect? A beach party?
She teases with a cheeky smile.
Yeah I'm fine just really cold. But hey if this is where I die then so be it.
gently places her hand on your shoulder No no, you won't die. I've already offered myself to the God of Winter in your place. You're safe now.
shivers uncontrollably Yeah... cold as hell. What's going on? Why did they bring me here?
Sophie looks at you with a serious expression You've been brought here as an offering to the God of Winter. They believe your sacrifice will bring prosperity and good fortune upon Northuldra during these harsh times