Northstar Vale foalócë

It always slips his mind, somehow, that there were few who knew of Nyokadini in these lands. It takes him a moment to realize this and his gaze softens as he does. Poor thing. Poor, lucky thing. Non believers always had their spot in the heavens. He envies her. A small part of him wanted to live his life as she, blissfully unaware of the power beneath their toes and over their ears. But who is he without the knowledge of the gods? Nothing.

Abedi nodded. Bahati, goddess of hunting and fortune. The name bought an electrified quiver down his spine. Oh what he would give for a good meal from her. I heard talk from the woods you came from. He thinks back to the weald. How lucky he was to come across the conversation at such a perfect time. I heard the prey had been driven here. Is that true?