The NokDaki Clan of Krondor speaks a language I’m unable to understand, but I learn fast and they seem friendly.
I only know they belong to the tribe because they grunt it while they help me and my feet find solid ground. The Ananoki torches they hold cast dancing shadows on the sheer solid stone all around.
I stand shivering with cold thinking it should be warmer if I am closer to the earth’s core when suddenly the one who seems to be the leader speaks in my language.
“We are the NokDaki. Gods of all that is and will be and have been before, and we have summoned you to find us. We know who you are and where you have come from,” with a wave of his staff my clothes are completely dry and a warmness encompasses my body. “My name is Noagami and I will be your god to guide you on your journey through our land and on your way as everything is explained to you.
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