Through the lands of winter snow, the lands of icy cold.
I am the Travelling Outcast. Kwell is my name. I know it's an unusual name, but it is mine nonetheless. I travel the world, though I know not which. Snow is falling outside the cave, and my coat is barely warm enough to keep me warm. For now, I have a fire to warm me, but I cannot stay here forever.
Who am I? Where did I come from? Perhaps I'll tell you someday. For now, I'm going to sleep. I pray that I'll wake up in the morning.