I must admit to you, dear readers, that this “Girl of Talislanta” is pure fabrication. Eerduz came to me, telling me of a fantastical dream. In this dream he was in the Northern Wastes and saw a giant woman composed of animate ice. Of course, we of Zandu have heard of the dreaded Ice Giants from our Jaka friends to the north, but from all reports, they are genderless creatures. I had not the heart to tell this to Eerduz, so enthused he was by this vision.
Eerduz and I had the skipper of the Silver Pentacle turn her sails due north upon leaving Dracarta. She was dubious, but complied. A few days later, we set down in the frigid land of L’Haan, in the city of Rhin. Eerduz was certain that we would be able to convince no less than the Snow Queen herself to pose for us. I, on the other hand, am a realist. Within the week I had found L’Nalla, an alchemist of no mean skill.