Permafrost Hollows half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers

border marking guy. for some reason, though it's completely true, this draws a bubble of mirth from within the tundrian's chest. a laugh that makes it from betwixt his lips as a snicker instead of the actual laugh. he's been called a lot of things but border marking guy? that's a first. one of them, yeah. wintersbane replies nonchalantly. good. spoken unapologetically and firmly. when the vartija was official he'd have plenty to worry about with rank challenges and perhaps a vie for his own rank when he allowed it to be open for challenges to have to worry about his borders not keeping strangers and interlopers out.

i am wintersbane, the sotaherra offers his name in exchange when the male offers him his own. epic. trying to, wintersbane replies honestly with a half shrug. we're called the vartija. he offers epic a bit more information, reminding himself that regardless of interest or lack thereof he and the vartija are in no predicament where he can afford not to be liberal with sharing the ideas of what he hopes to build. word could be spread by those beyond the vartija and it could be a useful tool in garnering interest in parties that wintersbane otherwise might've never had a chance to reach.

he's not a snitch for the dark brotherhood anymore. he doesn't have to deal in secrets and keep them hoarded to his chest like a greedy dragon.