Silver Moraine three hammers

sun eater chuckled at that. "you glad? then i call you wind maker," he offered, the single eye crinkled with mirth. 

there was reason to be friendly, to share peace in the middle of a silver-rock ribbon. "where you and your belly walk now, hm, wind maker?" the lanzadoii man asked, not wishing to speak of saatsine first unless there was a proper opening.