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So far as he could tell, she had a name for her tribe and that was all. Not even that, he thought; it took a moment to understand she was speaking about the character of her subordinates and not much else. What a curious way to answer his question.

There are many tribes in the north like that. Are you from the northland? Up where the ice covers the world and the sun hides for many moons at a time? She could have been. Her coat was the only outlier—not that Tartok was composed of only shards of ice, come to think of it. His own mother bore a mixed coat, although it was touched by cold, not shadow.

Are you a tribe of warriors then? Kigipigak asked, studying the dark woman's heft.