Nova Peak [nd] Φ

Nodding, he swallows the plumskin. “Few. You northern men like to stick to your own kind.”

The jade gaze runs over this one’s icy wife as she dances through the throngs, “though maybe you’re an exception, Skorpa.”

The mongol curls his lip, reaching for another two fruits. He offers one to the Jarl and takes a healthy bite of the second.

“I travel a road that spans the wilds. When next I come to Winsook, I will bring you jewels and spices from my people in exchange for your hospitality.”