Nova Peak [nd] Φ

“Skål!” The man raises his fist, downing the remainder of his plum before projecting the pit out into the snow behind them. He has become more aware of drunken laughter thickening the air.

Jamukha nods farewell to the White Jaw nord and steps inline with a throng of his dancers. Politics at rest, the traveller enjoys the close jostling of Winsook women, catching the scintillation of multi-colored eyes as they are lit by the feast.