Wheeling Gull Isle kokomo

Kilgitsuk let out a booming laugh that was inappropriate for the hour, and nodded. Ah yes, that too. It was a fine day, and a fine night, and it would continue so long as he was upon the island; but by now even Kilgitsuk knew he ran from his responsibilities and there was a dour note to his thoughts.

The boy's question earned a truthful answer; Kilgitsuk could put aside his troubles and focus on this instead. I know Heda from Rivenwood! I spent some time there. At the time, her people were friendly with my people - Moonglow, and a place after that, Natigvik. Ah, but thinking of his riverside home only brought back more terrible memories! Famine, newborn sons, Sakhmet, and the loss of it all.

I am a trader. That is what my people call men who travel and exchange their abilities for places to sleep, or food to eat. His tail was a slow pendulum behind him. Did you follow your friend here, then?