Redhawk Caldera aitchugaa-kaluk

A youthful voice carried from inside that invisible boundary and Kilgitsuk alerted to it, watching for the shape of whoever had spoken. It was a golden child—they came bounding beyond the limit and was boldly close, unafraid and full of curiosity. Kilgitsuk smiled wide and loosed his booming voice:

Hello! Is this your land, young warrior? It was clear enough the boy lived here, regardless of his own rank or that of his parents, however Kilgitsuk had learned while on the road that he should play a role when he was doing his trades. It was easy enough to slip back in to his bigger personality.

I am Kilgitsuk; I am a trader, and I have fish here if you have something to trade.