Duck Lake I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Could fade here? Have another / have 1on1s?

They marched together. Tonravik spoke, and for the majority of their travel Njal was silent; he did not doubt himself capable, nor did he doubt his preparedness. He worried in the back of his mind that this was the wrong move, that perhaps the glacier would fall because of it. Or maybe one of his allies among the ice - if any remained - would see this as a mutiny. He brought with him the power of Tartok to bolster their own strength, but would it be well received? The silver man glanced at Tonravik with a rigid expression, the liquid gold of his usually sharp eyes having dulled; but he said nothing. The glacier was the endgame, but there were miles to go before they reached it, and days of planning ahead - it would not be so easy. If it were easy, he would have never returned.