It was a man.... Tall, taller than Ash, and rugged. A long coat made of silvery white fur brushed the snow beneath his feet, tied together at his waist by a glistening leather strap. A thick collar of white fur rose at the neck of the coat. A tangled, flowing mess of blond hair cascaded over the collar. Stubble lined the man’s face.
Harsh, penetrating eyes stared back at Ash. In one hand, the man twirled a long rod made of pale wood. Both hands were sheathed in leather fur-lined gloves. A leather strap covered in the same white fur as his coat was slung on his back to hold the staff. His stance was not altogether aggressive; firm, but controlled and reserved. He spun the pale wood pole in one hand in a nonchalant manner, his eyes fixated on Ash. Ash could tell that it was a weapon he had worked with for a long time.