Larksong Grotto Sangilak

The Northerner refuted Njord’s challenge with a snort. As Kigipigak approached, he could see the imposing man had gained a few new scars – yet he was no worse for wear because of them. The past year had hardened him in a rugged way. Like a finely-sharpened sword.

The seafarer’s blue eyes narrowed, unconvinced. Kigipigak was a liar. He had seen Valmua, in her ruined state, without her brothers. They, too, had abandoned the fiery beauty. Why, oh why, hadn't he stayed with her? Njord’s heart cramped as guilt washed over him – and knew he was no better than the man he accused.

The taunting continued, and Njord’s anger was easily inflamed by his words, but he managed to hold his tongue behind clenched teeth. “M’visitin’ a friend. What’s it to ya?” Njord replied brusquely. Suddenly, the thought occurred that Kigipigak could be Meerkat’s packmate – a member of Duskfire. The corners of his mouth frowned, hoping it wasn’t so.