For many years, the Wraith was said to be a whisper in the ice storm, a shadow in the dead of night, or a blurry vision in the mind a drunk lost in the snowy mountains. Mockery only stopped when an entire camp was found cold and still in the embrace of death, and now the Sons of Svanir cautiously whisper that name, lest they invite the Wraith to pay them a visit. Little did they know they were serving the same Dragon.









