Dragoncrest Cliffs Everyone blooms

A glint of light caught stone and he saw among the cairns, Kukutux' face. The shadows wavered; Jakoul.

I am Raimo. I come from the mountains south of here, a distant valley before that. He answers, half introducing himself in response to her own name.

I am alone. I can hunt, fish, guard.. My true calling is in gathering knowledge. Stories - histories. That was not a new thing; something done in secret before, which now he boasted about, the hopeful historian.

The woman looked uncomfortable. It was probably the pregnancy of her body causing it but to be certain, Raimo sniffed the air cautiously, searching for signs of illness. Otherwise he was silent, discerning.