Duskfire Glacier uppsaluk

a father searching for a daughter.
faust’s ears flicked.
did you find her? the question was blunt, direct, as all things with him were.
but he did not wait for the answer. his gaze shifted to the woman, the silver thing with bright eyes and a courtesan’s smile, studying his home with something between curiosity and calculation.
this is darukaal, he answered, his voice low, unhurried. the blood talon.
he let the words settle between them. the name carried weight—it was meant to. his pack was carved from the ice, from the bone of those who had come before. it was not a place built for the weak.
i am it's kaan. faust.