Coldblade

You fly your way over to the nearest frozen lake you can find, and set up for a day of fishing. The dragons form the ice flight told you that you would have to drill a hole into the ice and keep it from freezing up as you fish. You try to drill a hole into the thick plates of ice, but to no avail. Try as you might, the tools you brought just won't cut it. You tried the drill that you were given, a short sword, you claws, and even your breath attack, but the ice doesn't budge. Just as your about to give up, an ice dragon come your way. He smiles at you, and asks if you could use some help. You tell him that any help would be amazing, as youve been trying for hours. He smiles again and extends a gaint claw into the ice and cuts you a hole large enough for a Kelpie to pass through.
"Oh, my name's Coldblade, by the way. I'm a traveling fisherman, but I've been looking for a place to stay recently. Mind if I room with your clan?"