Seeking an old friend.

.. On commision from Rolen, I headed north to the Icebay of Forochel. He knew as much as I did not to expect a welcome from the Snowmen when working on their lands, though I soon ran into a familiar face encamped along the Southern most road. Kávelíjá was trading his furs and ivory with a small band of Dwarves. He greeted me with a cold bear hug, though I cant deny any form of warmth was welcome in these poor temperatures. We shared a few tales, and I told him of my commision. He didnt like it, but he agreed to acompany me North and offered me some warmer clothing. It stunk of mammoth piss..