Ouroboros Spine nivaktaktuk

The question earned a small, tense smile that came and went, flickering. No, but it is known to this village. I asked Kivaluk if it would be acceptable that I stay in Brecheliant.

He had been betrayed and tossed aside by one person he loved, and had been desperate enough to ask for help from someone who knew the feeling; and thankfully, he had been welcomed. Perhaps not with as much warmth as he'd ever wish for, but welcomed.

A thought—Tartok do not have villages. They have warbands, always moving.