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The shaman got up after her short rest and shuffled off to tend the sacred fire. It had been blessed over a century ago to keep burning despite rain or cold temperatures, but it needed to be fueled every so often, albeit far less than a normal fire would. 

"The chief? I can take you to his hut, but there's no guarantee that he'll meet you now. After we give his place a shot, I'd like to visit Siwa's hut. She's a friend of mine and she'll be giving birth to her first litter soon... and while I don't think I'm the father of any of her children, I'm pretty sure that one of our shared friends is the father of at least a couple of 'em, and she said she wants me as a sire for her next set of kids, if we both survive that long." Breden wasn't exaggerating or joking with that last part about survival. Life was precarious in these times, especially with the oncoming winter, the threat of war, and the dangers inherent in hunting.