For the most part, Meki Nui is an island paradise without strife or danger. For the most part. But the frosty heights of the shardpeaks that cut off the island's western peninsula are treacherous even for a toa. Nixolus roams where the matoran and agori cannot, tirelessly working to save the lives of future travelers and fools that decide to brave the cold; setting up flags that can be seen through blizzards, carefully hiding caches of emergency supplies, hammering chain handholds into sheer cliff faces. Sometimes, the reclusive being can even be persuaded to personally guide parties of villagers through his territory. Just don't expect him to say much, beyond the essentials.