[center][b]Aftrone [/b][/center]

The air grew even more tense as the supposed rival to the goddess of murder and violent behavior. It was Aftrone, walking in, her eyes face locking onto Nur for a slight moment before taking a seat on the exact opposite end of the spectrum. Her face should no signs of emotion, though she physically couldn't show facial expressions in the form. Her blackened skin making her look more of a shadow than an actual figure in the light. She simply listened to what her brothers and sisters said before actually saying something. "For once I agree with Nur, we should wait and hear everyone," she spoke softly, the red line on her face glowing as she spoke each word. 

[center][b]Atticun[/b][/center]
The day was cold, as it normally was in Atticun, yet the people were having a merry time as the watched the spectacle of Gladitorial combat in a coliseum. This battle had been brought forth by Aftrone herself, catching two child murderers and an arsonist. There was no way to escape their punishment as the Warriors were only armed with a spear versus five bears. The spectacle attracted many, even from the farmlands to watch. It was a great battle, with the death of the criminals and two bears. 

In the neighboring forests, hunters drew their bows as the chased a wild buck towards a river. Crops did not grow much in the harsh north and so they had little time to grow what was needed. That did not deter those who wished to get food from a challenge though. The farmers to the south did what they could to make some sort of crop come alive with the slightly warmer climate. Horse-drawn wagons went about, from town to town in order to sell their supplies which mainly included fur, iron, wood, wheat, and the occasional wine or marble.