Days had slipped away in a flurry of new experiences and revelations about Frostholm and its queen, [The Ice Queen], whom even the system of Emberhorn detected as a powerful existence within its borders.
After the first day with the Queen out, we had immersed ourselves in the city, the hot butlers were the ones who helped us explore the towns of Iceshore, Frostwood, and Glacial Haven on the outskirts, and even ventured into the mountains that guarded this realm like ancient sentinels.
The names of those peaks—Hoarfrost Heights, Crystal Spire, and Frostbite Peak—were etched into our memories as we listened to the tales of the land with the deep baritones from the butlers.
These butlers also knew when a snowstorm would occur, which actually baffled me.
Woop? Who is he?