Raven's Watch viii Sanctified by their affliction.

Normally, Valmúa might only have told such plans to a most trusted friend. However, he would do nicely. She had no desire to harm her brothers — she respected them too greatly. Power, though, she had always been hungry for. The secret bonded them further, the stares of each welding in place an intriguing new partnership.
They moved forward slower than before, caught in illicit conversation that tantalized her thoughts. The mountain path was raw, and they would not be overheard. Solpallur was what Kigipigak asked for next. The young Tartok made his intentions clear. Their shared vision had him with her, a great sigrari in the footsteps of Siku.
Solpallur is a dark and stoic brother, Valmúa began, pleased to see that the path up was a sloping ramp and far simpler to climb. The wind was starting to bite worse than it had even beside the lake. He does not talk a lot. His common tongue is not good, she explained. It was quite valuable that Stjornuati knew the common tongue much better than Sol, for together they were more effective communicators and could get what they wanted. Most of the time.
Sol is... most... kinnaktuk of us. Sol was the one who truly did whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Of the lot, Valmúa was was likely the most calculated of all, so she thought.