Duskfire Glacier no rest for the wicked

round 2 of the spar <3 counting towards a merc trade!
we can start rolling in your next post!

The glacier was quieter than usual; windless, still, as if holding its breath.
Astier moved with purpose along the ridge, his pale frame a sliver of silver against the dimming dusk. The last spar still lived beneath his skin, a dull throb in his side where Faust’s fangs had found him. But pain was a small price to pay for clarity. He had seen how the Kaan moved; where he tested, where he pressed, how he struck like the cold itself: without mercy. Similar to his Warbringer; no wonder Blackfell was his right hand.
Astier had learned. He descended the slope in silence, eyes narrowed against the weight of the mountain’s gaze, until the dark shape of @Blackfell came into view. The Wraith did not announce himself with sound; his steps were enough. The crunch of snow, the breath drawn through his nose, steady and cold. He stopped a few paces away, chin held high, posture unreadable; but not passive.
Then, without flourish, his voice cut through the stillness. „Again.” Not a question, a summons; he would not leave without it.