I hope that the above will serve as an opening to this tale. Certainly, I have plenty of time ahead of me to fill in the details. For a while now, though, I have been occupied with the matter of the title, for it is a story not just of the Tribe of the Red Bear or of Basileios or, gods forbid, of Seramet, your humble scribe. It is also about the lands we went through together, and so I think, appropriately, the title will reflect not where we came from or who we were, but rather our eventual destination and the people we strove to become.
Seramet pauses for a moment, then raises her quill once again, bringing it to the top of the page. She writes the title slowly, thoughtfully, then sets the quill to one side, and reads it aloud to herself.
"The Saga of the North Wind."
The End