Pulling aside the curtain of Drazha's yurt, you are greeted by a scene rather unlike the ones in most of your tribe's yurts. Over the years, your aunt has gathered a collection of the finest furnishings she can get her hands on: embroidered silks from the Dragon Islands, sandalwood tables from the kingdoms of Kulmajalar, and more besides—items of luxury that, while they show signs of age and the hardships of nomadic life, are more than most steppe-dwellers could ever imagine.
Of course, Drazha's collection has not come quickly or easily. It has taken a lifetime of negotiations, bribes, promises—sometimes even threats—to obtain, and it is viewed with respect (and a little jealousy) by the people of the Tribe of the Red Bear.
Drazha herself sits propped up on a number of cushions, drinking wine from a goblet of lacquered horn. She gestures for you to join her. You sit down opposite her, on the other side of a small table on which the wine gourd rests, and take the cup she offers you.
"I had hoped you would come to see me," she says. "We haven't really talked in some time. Things have been so tense lately, with talk of the Black Wolves…not that they aren't tense now, of course. I'm sure you feel as anxious as I do about what fate awaits our warriors."