Moonspear all my friends are heathens

He gave pause—eyes searching before them, as if they neared the torn lands that had evidently brought Sialuk’s home to ruin once before. “What happened?” Intrigue—not only for the history and insight to the raindrop woman but to the lands and home in which he had pledged himself to.

He did not know this woman, yet Njord painted quite the picture of her—but even more inviting to the man was the fondness in the man’s voice when he spoke of his wife—of his home—and Argent, for the first time in awhile, felt a wave of ease overwhelm him much like a blanket—as if indeed the mountain’s spirit was pulling him to a certain point in his life—the perfect place to find what it was he had sought so many lands for.