Moonstone Quarry wasteland, baby!

Two strangers appeared to him. Chagak was disappointed, despite not knowing who he'd expected to meet here. A cautious, "I am glad to be welcome," was his response as his eyes bounced between them. One looked to him almost like a kinswoman, and the other, more like a snow-white angel. Neither of them, however, evoked any real familiarity in the young man. He had never met them, and he did not believe they shared blood.

And they spoke strange words. Intriguing, but still cold and foreign to his hurting ears, his aching heart. He was wistful for a moment, mourning whatever reception he had hoped for even as he warmed to this new company.

"My name is Chagak, son of the seal hunter, Chakliux. We lived there, upon the plateau, but the lodges have been empty for many moons."

He had sat for long minutes and cried at the hollow feel of them.

"Is this a place where I might rest?" he asked, kindling his hope once more. "I want to move among the living."