Nova Peak the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side

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the borders became bustling. skorpa rudely looked in sarcasm for lorcan before descending rugged rise to the unknown call. their hunting had been good, but before long another large kill would be necessary to support the growing hungers of the mountain.

children intended to be born here. the burgeoning responsibility stressed skorpa somewhat; he had wanted a quiet settlehearth.

coated in the new and old of his kills, bearskin wrapped to broad shoulders, he found himself gazing at the very diminutive figure of an unknown woman. multi-hued and young, it was her scar and lost tooth which drew his knowing eye; she had fought, and more than once. "what is wanted?" he intoned in his thick accent, flicking stare beyond for a second to assure himself she was alone.

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