Neverwinter Forest innaktuk (2)

When he is attended it is by an attractive white wolf. She holds scars across her body which he reads and appreciates, along with a stern face that tugs at Kigipigak's heart-strings for how frigid she seems. So very much like a glacier incarnate.

Kigipigak wonders if his hunt will be short after all; this southern land is full of wonderful creatures, many of which would fit well with any Tartok village, but he must be careful with how he explains himself. It is possible his questions could offend.

Hallo. Yes, I... He pauses to try and connect his thoughts to his words, the translation taking him a moment as he seeks the right ones. I am Kigipigak, son of Sedna Tartok. I come from the north—but I have friends who seek to settle over the mountain. I am learning of the valley.

It seemed best to keep his true intentions hidden for the time being; launching directly in to the request at the last village had felt awkward. 

You call this Neverwinter? I ask, how many are you? Perhaps we can learn from each other.