Moonsong Glacier in the king's hall without sound or silence

The process was fascinating to him. Having lived a largely nomadic life, there'd been little time to find a den, let alone build one. But he liked this idea of a lodge. It was a place to store that most precious of possessions: family. Valiant heard louder than ever that ticking of the biological clock. He wanted to be young enough to enjoy his children, and he was quickly running out of his youthful years.

"That's a good question," he said with a huff, realizing he'd never thought to put it into words. Brotherhood, he thought, was something not easily quantified. "First, tell me what a lodge-brother is," he suggested. "Is Matteo blood to you?"