Duskfire Glacier uppsaluk

silvertongue was almost dead on her feet with exhaustion, but the appearance of the land this man claimed brought her wakened again. striations of rock gave way to caves, and the warmth here was quite high, almost hot after the ice howling. but the stranger was quick to regain her attention. directly he asked, a man who was used to receiving answers when he asked for them. akavir answered, and silvertongue tried to pull on all remembered skill of courtesan, raising her eyes to smile brightly at the stranger. "and now, thanks to you, we have survived its power. will you tell me the name of your home?" she asked, gazing around at the ledges, touching softly the cured furs; "it seems to be a place which holds a lot of strength."