An empty wind whipped its way across the ice sheet, tousling his salt-and-pepper pelt, but hardly disturbing him otherwise. Njal stared up at the stars and wondered about them — their origins, their meanings to his faraway parents, to him if any such meaning existed, but all of this evaporated when a solemn voice penetrated his thoughts. Ears turned atop his head, catching the voice of the dark girl who had joined them - this girl who had no allegiance to him but to Tonravik - and he was silent. There were no words that he wished to share with her, as her own statement seemed rhetorical. A breath pulsed from his nose as he turned away from the starlight, looking sideways at the dark figure among the ice. She was easy to see now, despite the night. The snow around them was illuminated by moonlight - something Njal had not noticed until now, despite staring at the stars.
He shifted his weight, and then gradually moved towards her - taking a few slow steps, a true golem in the night - and then stood alongside her, craning his head up to watch the peak. There is much to learn about this place.
His voice was a cool rumble, but not so lackluster as their prior conversation - if one could call his clipped words conversation at all. Things I should have investigated the first time around.
With that said, Njal's voice drifted. It was almost like he spoke to the stars more than Echelon. The words were weighted, and fell away almost immediately. There was great sadness there, a story he could share, but the seriousness of his tone may have been off-putting.