A ragged-looking and rotting humanoid leaps from the snow, its filthy nails slashing through the frosty air. Its eyes are stark blue and its skin is pale white. Ice hangs from its scraggly hair.
Speed 30 ft.
A fetch is a ruthless opponent, slashing its foes with its wicked claws. Fetches always fight to the death, but are smart enough to flee when presented with fire, if they cannot attack the opponent wielding the fire. If a fetch flees from an encounter because of fire, it follows the one who presented the fire (lurking in the shadows, hiding in cover) and eventually exacts its revenge.
A fetch’s touch is supernaturally cold. It deals an extra 1d4 points of cold damage with each claw attack.