Chadstone had an obsidian-tipped spear at hand; the villagers would be suspicious of a metal blade.
“My village is in the mountains in the far north,” he said. The Elders hovered around him, obsequious. He could see more than a few curious maidens peering out of doorways at him, and some mothers watching him anxiously as well.
“What brings you here?” an Elder asked.
“My village traditions are different from those in the sunlit lands, and we send our hunters on quests to seek wives alone.”
A spear whistled through the air at him. Minka said, “Seek elsewhere, stranger.”
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