Melantha Frost's Profile

You walk through an old wooden gate covered with frost. The dark, snow-covered place seems abandoned, but it somehow provides much needed shelter from the harsh conditions outside. A muted crunch from behind has you looking around in slight fear. A pale green Grovyle steps forward, yellow eyes narrowed in distrust, the Helioptile on its shoulder equally suspicious. You have a stareoff before they whirl around to lead you towards what you presume to be their owner. You pass many other creatures before you see her. A small, birdlike brunette looks up at you from her cross-legged position on the ground, but quickly looks down again in a dismissive gesture. "Careful. Some of them can be quite feisty," is all she says.