Moonspear Matumani

It was warming to see a face so familiar. Alaric’s dark coat had become a pleasant thing for the white hunter to know. It was a reminder of the sister he had met in the wilderness. She had been good to him, and she had left an impression on the man that lasted. How many other good women and men were in these lands?

Kannoyak’s heart might never know peace.

It is good to see you, storyteller man! Kannoyak comes with good news. This one has met your sister Amalia, he shared with a smile. His plum eyes were bright on the other man. It would be good to speak of Alaric’s family.