If Takao hadn't hated the ice-covered settlement of Snowfrost before, and he most certainly had, then his new armour certainly didn't lend itself well to mending his ire. Even with the scale-clad familiar sitting on his shoulders and a scarf around his neck, the teeth-clattering frigidity of floor four cut through him like a hot knife through butter. However, like every other time he'd come to the fourth floor, he had a purpose for being there. NPC chatter and a bit of player-acquired informatio