Mini Ryland, Champion of Jormag rests in the glass case, a winter shard made small enough to cradle in the palm. Its ice-blue scales catch the lamplight in facets, like hammered frost frozen into a sculpture. The texture is cool and surprisingly tactile, each scale a tiny plate with raised edges that grind softly when you run a fingertip along the edge. A crest of delicate icicles runs from the brow to the nape, and the eyes—black as a midnight glacier—seem to grind a quiet, ancient will. The miniature armor glitters with silvered runes, and a faint halo of frost-bloom swirls around its tiny feet. The clear resin base carries chipped script that glows faintly when the room warms just a touch, as if the figure is breathing in a breath of cold air even when it’s still. To hold it is to step into a midsummer memory of winter’s edge. Ryland, Champion of Jormag, appears in the oldest lullabies and the newest threads of rumor among keepers of lore: a frost-forged champion who stood at the dragon’s side when a world of ice rose from the deep, a symbol that power can be both beautiful and merciless. The miniature makes that myth intimate, a miniature mirror for the grand, storm-swept chapters of the north. The lore wraps around the toy like a chill wind, inviting you to imagine the banner of blue frost snapping over a cavern’s mouth, the roar of a winter gale, the quiet murmur of a frost-torsion magic at work. In terms of gameplay, Mini Ryland is a companion you can carry with you as you explore. It sits in your mini-pet slot, a small, constant reminder of the icy pact between Ryland and Jormag, yet it remains purely cosmetic. It does not alter stats, but it does alter mood, giving a sense of belonging to a larger saga as you run through cities, marches, and dungeons. Players often pair it with other icy skins as a storytelling prop, a “token of the north” that brings a bit of narrative weight to ordinary expeditions. In social hubs it can spark conversation, a tangible emblem of someone’s dedication to the cataclysms and cold mercy of the Elder Dragon’s era, a memento that travels with you through every new map and event. Market talk slips in as casually as the frost on a window. Saddlebag Exchange has long been the place where collectors check prices, and this particular mini drifts between a few gold and a premium depending on the season and demand. A buyer might haggle over a discount, a seller might mark it up when winter arrives, and in that back-and-forth you hear the city’s heartbeat: a market that is less about coin than about the stories people want to tell with their purchases. Mini Ryland, Champion of Jormag, endures as both relic and invitation: a small thing that keeps a much larger myth alive wherever you go.