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The old man's laughter made Kigipigak smirk. He did not want to get in to the full reasoning behind why he found their previous hovel-like existence troublesome, but there was a gleam in his eye all the same, indicating there were opinions he could share at a more appropriate time. For now Kigipigak was silent, listening to his leader.

Anything that could be vanted is here, Mahler explained, to which Kigipigak nodded. He wondered if this was the same thought that Stjornuati held during his claim of the Watch. But in knowing his northern brother had left it in the end, Kigipigak wondered what exactly had been lacking.

It mattered little now.

I like to roam, he countered. I take great pride in my freedom to do so. And in the days to come he would go on to visit the western valley again, returning with the mild weather. I have nothing to root me anywhere, Kigipigak went on to admit, but I suppose, there comes a time in the life of all men where they take root somewhere.

Kigipigak wondered what Mahler would make of that.