Nova Peak [nd] Φ

The jarl’s eyes flash. He stands a head higher and the rider must cock his snout to share a grin.

“Wise man. Hear there’s been an influx of… væslinger in the North. Can’t be too cautious.” The mongol need make no further elaboration. The nords are a proud people, and he would not risk pissing this one off on his own land. Still, he found most men loosened over a drink. The north and it's players intrigued the horselord, if only for his own interest. He jaws at the sweet fruit, draining it free of juice then turns once more to the flamepelt.

“Jamukha, emissary for Khan Qaidu.”