Duskfire Glacier [m] seremoni

The bounty hunter did not expect much from the woman. She did not offer her name in turn, and Catamaran did not ask for it. His part in this play was over, and the woman was quickly moving on. This was the way of things, and he did not resent it. He only needed a moment to come down from the height of his emotions, which were as much as draw as the biological imperative when he caught such scents in the air.

Soon, he was behind her entirely. The bounty hunter laid down to rest, giving her just a little more time to disappear before he made his way down the glacier himself.