Frostwinter

As Atlas approached the caravan leader, the man spun around, pushing his glasses up his nose. He addressed Atlas with a professional tone, "I'm Robert Malduney. You must be Azhar'Zul? The guild mentioned you're reliable and strong, even at a young age.''

Robert glanced at a group of guards and told them to return to work before continuing to speak to him, ''We need you to take up the rear while the other adventurers and guards protect the nobles and trade carriages during the journey to Starfallen City."

Atlas nodded in acknowledgment. "I understand."

He went to the caravan's rear, where a group of adventurers were stationed to guard the last carriage. One of the men, a human, glanced at him with curiosity. "Boy, are you a snow elf? Only they have the same pale skin and white hair as you do."