Duskfire Glacier honkarr

the cold grew sharper. fiercer.

tuhin was born and built to withstand it, but even in memory of the frozen north, this was altogether less friendly; packed ice and jagged peaks, snowswept and cold. defensible, yes, in that tuhin imagined none would bother to venture this far, for it would only weaken them to do so.

but he had no reason to doubt faust's claimed hunting grounds; he was the scavenger here, after all, picking meat of stripped bone. he did not voice the thought.

"how fitting," he murmured, with a sidelong silvergreen glance that briefly met faust's own, diverted swiftly back to the vast snow-veiled expanse. stark, uncompromising...it did not surprise him that this would be the place a man such as he chose.

tuhin's mind yet lingered on other questions, though, and he was, as had happened so often, drawn away by his own curiosity. "is that the meaning, then? darukaal?" he pronounced the word as best as he could mirror faust's own voice, though it yet sat oddly upon his tongue.

"i confess, it is no language i am familiar with, though i was made to learn many."