And so begins the tale of one of Lady Ink's unlikely champions. Dmitri set off into the frozen wastelands of the mysterious book, though he knew not where they would lead, nor for what exactly he searched. He only knew that in these oddly perfect mountains of ice lay some of his answers. And perhaps what Lady Ink had been concealing from him.He had wondered if he had perhaps been overhasty in accepting her quest and the dire consequences she threatened until he saw this unnaturally still and perfect landscape. This more than anything else confirmed the fact that he was right to take that leap of faith. It simply didn't seem real here, not the soft floating fires or even the angles of the path he walked. But there was nothing else around him, nothing that would lead toward his quest but this mysterious path. And from what he knew, most hero's quests began with a journey.So he kept walking.