This entity radiates a pulsing candlelight gold aura that visibly pushes back the ghostly blue mists of the counting house. His presence is accompanied by the rhythmic sound of a thousand bells ringing in perfect unison, and he leaves behind footprints of melted snow that instantly sprout emerald moss. He carries a spectral energy that makes the surrounding air feel thick with the scent of pine and cinnamon.

Sentinel of the sunrise who stands watch over the snowy grounds to ensure the shadows of greed never return. He moves with the disciplined precision of a veteran soldier but carries the infectious laughter of a child on Christmas morning. He is the guardian of the restored gates, a figure who ensures that every wanderer is welcomed and every challenger is met with unyielding strength.