Broken Boulder i hope you devour

Yes, he confirmed and gave a little tip of his chin, a nod to affirm beyond his words. The woman introduced herself and he shared in return, Kigipigak. As he said this he came up alongside her; his pale shoulder-furs barely moving for all the snow piled across them.

I came late to the skirmish. It was a lesson for me, watching how Mahler composed himself, how he directed his people. The win was swift and that too surprised me. I had met the leader of the bypass before - perhaps this was not the right thing to admit but he did so anyway, seeing no error in it, and I thought she was formidable. He was lucky to find her absent.

But that begged other questions - where had she gone? What of her children who desired to roam? And what would be the fallout once the woman realized her people had been cast out? Kigipigak was not a tactician and so these thoughts were quick.

Eager to carry the conversation, Kigipigak asks: Where did you train? In my experience of these southlands the people here are... Not as formidable as what I am used to. You are an exception.