Hamar long marvelled at the crystal dome that housed the temple, the ultimate example of the crystal crafters art. Hamar dreamed of one day being skilled enough to add his own runes along side those of the masters. Often he walked these halls simply to seek inspiration for his own crafts.
Neither of these was the true reason he visited the Temple. He needed guidance and from those far wiser than himself. The invitation from the Svafa to learn the craft of runes was a once in a life time opportunity not to be ignored yet he felt unworthy of it. The priestesses of the Temple would know for sure.
As you look around in appreciation of the simple beauty surrounding you, a young girl, not yet an adult, as indicated by her featherless braids, approaches you.
"Greetings. What might you seek from the Ice Queen this day?"
Hamar dipped his head in greeting. "I seek the guidance of the Ice Queen to direct me down which path should I walk. A great choice is before me and I know not which way to turn."