Where we are, where we have been...
For nearly two hands of time, Griel and his nameless band travelled through
their icy homeland, crossing the treacherous edge of the Icy Spine mountains.
From there, they journeyed down, to warmer temperatures and greener lands,
following a great river that flows into the sea behind them...
***
The winter has been kind, thus far, and the elves live comfortably enough,
if not contentedly. Tensions grow between father and son, while new bonds
are formed between tribemates...
