A woman.

Spinning around your first instinct is to draw your sword, but after watching your new body cut down, you resist instinct and simply turn slowly as if not worried for an instant asking, "Crazy bitch. Don’t you think it’s dangerous to sneak up on someone out here in the freaking cold?"

Then you get a good look at who it is. Standing there, wind blowing through her long unkempt hair, is a woman wearing a full face mask of some kind of scowling demon. Her figure is rather shapely as despite the cold she wears only what could be called an animal hide bikini and thick fur cloak. However all of her exposed skin is covered in what appears to be still wet and sticky and rather thick layer of blue and black body paint with several odd symbols written on her as well, so it is very hard to determine her age or if she is good shape or simply very thin. Her voice is also an oddity, at some times sounding quite old, yet others it is almost musical and seems rather youthful. "I have strong divining magic and can ask the gods themselves why you are here and what it is you are supposed to accomplish." She is standing there holding what appears to be a rather flimsy walking stick that has runes carved into it's length as well as feathers, stones, and beads hanging from tied leather thongs.

"Who are you? What do you want from me in exchange for this... Favor?"

"Why your magnificent body of course. I have traveled far to find one of you. Finally my magic's found where one of you would awaken, and here you are just as wonderful as the tales say."

"What are you crazy, there is no way I am giving you my body. I kinda need it."

"No silly I don't mean to kill you. I just want this." She says with a coy smile and puts her slender hand on your chest.

"Huh? I guess I am missing something. What language are we speaking anyway?" You ask rather confused. “Are you coming on to me or something?”

She smiles, “I acquire unusual things for powerful entities. I need your body. I would be happy to trade for it.”

“How do you trade for a body? I’m kind of using it.”

She smiles sort of wickedly, “You were born in another body, this one was made for you so you could complete some task for the creatures that made you this body. You are to be their servant, their ****. I am offering to free you from this burden, this life of servitude. In exchange I offer whatever you require. I can get you anything.”

“Huh? So like treasure or something? How exactly do stay alive without a body?”

“You aren’t in any risk from me I promise. You will love on in another body. The same way you got here. Or I can get a body for you if you prefer.”

“Wait how would you do that?”

“You worry to much. I could simply steal you a body as its soul departed but before decay, or I could craft you one with magic. Or another could build you a body. If I sent you to the Abyss one of the lords there would give you a body so you could serve their needs, or they could be paid to do so. So many options. All I need is what do you want for it? I ask, are you even happy in that body? Is it familiar to you?”