Duskfire Glacier and the boy becomes a man

faust watches the boy—no, the man—he’s become. broader now, sharper in frame, though the same old wistfulness lingers in his voice. kaelith has always been different from them, softer in ways the north does not often forgive.
his expression remains unreadable, but there is something behind his eyes, a distant warmth buried beneath the weight of responsibility.
aye. his voice is steady, grave. this is darukaal. i am its kaan.
he does not know what kaelith seeks here, if it is refuge or simply curiosity, but he will not turn him away. blood is blood, and kaelith is still his kin. you have wandered far. a pause, then— what do you seek?