The Four Fragments

You say, 'Hail, Windscribe Thaloria'

Windscribe Thaloria says, 'The Icestar once carried our words — not in ink, but on the breath between snowflakes. That wind is broken now. The [pages] no longer know where to land.'

You say, 'What pages?'

Windscribe Thaloria says, 'I've found most of the pages, but four pages of this chapter were [scattered] when the fracture opened. I have traced them to voices that no longer speak — beings caught between warmth and cold.'

You say, 'Scattered where?'

Windscribe Thaloria says, 'Bring me four fragments: scraps carried by wind, guarded by beasts or spirits too long silent in a tower of frost. Then the chapter may form again.'