The area around the pit is a bit too warm for anyone’s comfort, but for hungry residents the smell of grilling fish might just make up for it. Four of them, neatly sliced in strips, are already grilling over the fire under Fingon’s watchful eye. Still, he’s not so distracted as to miss another’s approach.

“Well met,” he greets Alana, before reaching out to turn one of the fish. “Have you just arrived, my lady? I don’t believe I’ve seen you over the Network before.”