Isla: How far to we have to go?
Mick: A long way.
Isla: Any towns nearby? Anywhere we can set up camp?
Mick: Nothing.
Isla: Where's the mage? Didn't the council say they were sending someone?
Mick: They're sending someone. I don't think they'll be of much help.
Bells can be heard off in the distance, getting ever so louder as each second passes
Isla: What's that?
Mick: It's him.
A sleigh comes into view, hurried along with great haste by a small dog
Bringle Broth, the mage: Tally-ho young people! Hurry up! We don't have much time to spare!
The bells slowly dim down as he travels further away, disappearing into the white snow mist
Isla: ... Is that our mage?
Mick: I hate him.
Bringle Broth's Snow Sleigh
Bringle Broth is quite the mage; known mostly for his chaotic misfortune that he carries as an aura throughout any small party he is in. The Snow Sleigh accompanies his uselessness quite well, with being far too small for anyone else but him.
This build is for one of Bolicob's many mysterious fantasy factions, for Not So Secret Santa 2020. This is... something for sure. It wasn't meant to be so christmassy, but I guess that's a benefit?
