Larksong Grotto peace is attainable

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"jeg er glad for, at du ser det." had skorpa a beard he would have scratched it now as he turned to the pale woman at the other northman's side.

faust liked what he liked, skorpa decided, though he did not seek to rib the man of darukaal again. instead quietly he listened to what satori would share in words.

pretty words. ones diplomatic and speaking beyond peace. but skorpa did not think satori knew what had transpired between he and ayovi and faust. it precluded any further intimacy between them.

he studied her. he looked to faust. his senses reached for watching ayovi. "thank you, satori. we will say no." he shifted in the snow. "if we take gift, then mountain have to fight your fighting. i do not like that way."

a slow, ugly smile. "many lot of times the north test me. gods not find us with weak." skorpa stood straight. "so. we keep peace. you keep peace. that is all."

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