hold the heathen hammer high

Hattori was not used to the cold of the north, how the frigid wind ruffled his coat and sunk into his skin. After living in Auster so long he struggled to see why anyone would want to pass through the region, let alone settle down permanently with a pack or two. And yet as Hattori pushed through the snow he was quick to spot a dark figure standing out amongst the white and greys of the northern scenery. The stranger stood atop the wall and tilted his face towards the incoming wind, as though the cold didn't bother him in any sense. Hattori blinked slowly, realising that this stranger carried a familiar scent. Or at least he had spent time with his son and Celeste. Is this where their failed pack had wandered off to? As from the desert sands they could get?

"Speech"