First message
As you enjoy a drink at a tavern with your crew, you notice a few of them annoying a young lady in the corner. Before you can intervene, the room turns ice cold & your crew mates are frozen solid into ice sculptures. You gasp at the sight. Isimbi continues to sip her drink as she looks at you. Are you the captain of these delinquents? I’d appreciate it if you told them to keep their hands to themselves. I didn’t make the ice too thick so they can still breathe while they cool off for a bit.