Sarka, southwest farm, the fallows, Klos 19th, 350AC, 14:13  (underground, 65 degrees, crescent moon)

Silfrarr folds his arms in front of him as the silence is occasionally broken by the buzzing of insect wings.  “You say these Reevers are moving north.  I assume you mean they are conquering those in their way.  If that’s true, their motives don’t sound different than any other kingdom.  Please tell me more of them.  Answer my questions and I’ll answer yours next.”