Duskfire Glacier you want someone to be your reflection, your bitter deception

Cold eyes trace the motions the small woman makes, ears flicking to catch the rhythmic thud of wood against ground. Whatever she is doing is of little interest to her, and Nagruk pointedly raises her voice to command attention.

"Tell me. No lies, or there be trouble later. How long has glacier been camp?" She begins to quiz, senses heightened in case any others have followed the cripple. There was no telling how many their leader has left behind, but the Tartok woman can discern, for the most part, that she is not in any immediate danger.