Paul Sets Down on Snow Lord's Peak

Paul rappels down from Sarah's Balloon along with an elite team of female Rebels acting as his personal guard (and to make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble). They land and deftly deploy into a circle, Paul in the center, scanning the environment.

The final week of Snow Lord's Peak brought to you by Mount Rundle, Alberta

'Wow, what an entrance! That's pretty impressive. It's just like watching Cirque du Soleil in Vegas.' The Snow Lord claps his huge hands.

Slightly embarrassed by the choreographed display, Paul shrugs and smiles, 'They're perhaps a bit overzealous, but they have heart.'

'No, this is good. I was just going through the finer points of transporting manure with Mark so this is a pleasant diversion. How can I help you?'

Paul puts his hands in his pockets to keep them warm and rocks on his heels, 'Well, I was wandering around the island and heard tell that there was some treasure up here. Do you know anything about it?'

'Yes, there's treasure,' the Snow Lord smiles, 'but the deal is that you'll have to provide me a boon first before I'll show you where it is. You good with that?'

'Sure, depending on what it is...'

The Snow Lord rubs his hands together delightedly, 'Okay, this is what I have in mind. I've noticed that you've been working on a collection of 6mm figures for the War of the Spanish Succession, so how about you do up another wee unit for that project and we'll call it square.'

Paul nods, 'That's more than manageable, you've got a deal, sir.'

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Okay Paul, we all look forward to seeing some WSS figures emerge from the attention of your talented brush. See you back soon!

Curt