The snowfall has ceased for the moment, and what settled during the day has been cleared to reveal the weathered but intact flagstones beneath, some of them engraved with the sigil of the Eight. In the center of the courtyard, your tribespeople have—with the help of the Brothers of the Citadel—set up a number of long tables. At the nearest, Seramet and Kral face one another in heated discussion.
"Basileios," says Seramet as you draw near. "Talk some sense into Kral here. We almost killed ourselves getting through the tundra. Our people are hungry and tired, but they're finally safe. What say we dig into our supplies, give them a good meal, and celebrate what we've accomplished?"
"Our journey is not over yet," cautions Kral. "The Tribe of the Red Bear are strong. They will survive, but only if their leaders stay strong, too. We may well need everything we have before this journey is over. Let us ration out our supplies now, and treat this day as any other."
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