Qeya River outstretched arm, and upturned hand

what is the south like?

it is a fair question; borne out of what wardruna believes to be innocent curiosity, holding onto the belief that the sun rises and sets upon imrathil. perhaps it is just the attachment he feels for the scarred male despite his own firm rules against it ( feelings were overrated and wardruna will never like how they play him like a puppet on a string ) or perhaps it is something more. regardless, there's wardruna's firm rule of thumb that imrathil can do no wrong ( druna's very notice me senpai at times ). so no matter how annoyed the northman might feel by questions he deigns to never show it and to never truly discourage them. it's not imrathil's fault that wardruna struggles with the common tongue.

it is... he begins and pauses as he searches his vocabularies for the right word. — fjöllum. but what was the common translation? wardruna huffs. a lot of big, big rocks. rocks that ah ...reach the sky. his gaze had drifted to the chunks of ice that continue to float by them before it gravitates back to his companion. mountainous was the word the northman was looking for but it evades him wholly. his memories of the southern half of the teekon wilds were saturated with memories of his wives and the loss of what almost was. he turns away from those memories. as much as he does not want to think about all the ways he's failed they seem determined to crop up like an unwanted weed.

there is land south of the ...big rocks, he states, quelling his annoyance as his inability to speak common without sounding like a caveman. i have not been there. it is the hinterlands he speaks of. he's heard of them but as he had no reason to venture that far and carting his little harem on adventures with him wasn't ideal he'd never made it that far south.