Jagged Stone Breaks the River’s Flow nods, pauses, shifts to the side of the trail, and kneels.

She places a few stones on top of each other, and sings a few lines, before standing back up, brushing off her trousers, and continues down the path.

That's a nice little memorial practice she's got there. Caryn declines to inform her at this time that the stones will not, in fact, last very long at all there. It doesn't seem to be the right kind of thing to say right now.

The group are not slow at walking, bolstered by the path's strange energy field, but they are not obviously inclined to break into a jog or anything.

"So, where do you come from, then?" the younger lad with metallic markings will ask, after a little while of respectful silence.

She can keep up easily, walking with an even pace.

"The city of Icehome, of the Haslanti League. I doubt the name means much to you, though."

"Well, it suggests it's in the north! We don't actually know what's north of Wintermark, there's a giant ice storm in the way, maybe some of them are still hiding out there."

This startles a laugh out of her!

"Yes, it is. We did not know of any farther north than us, although I suppose that a small tribe could be missed. And... 'giant ice storms' would... not be an uncommon feature of the area, I could say. Wintermark... I don't recognize the name. Do you know what peoples settle it?"

"Well, the Wintermarkers! It's part of the Empire. I guess they also call themselves the Steinr, Kallivesi and Suaq? The Steinr fell from the sky, the Kallivesi are probably an offshoot of the Uskhans, and the Suaq have just, like, always been there, I think.

If you stepped into a regio here long enough to not know what a Vallorn is, I guess only the Suaq would have been around there? And maybe whoever it was that became the Jotun. ...and maybe the Hyjelie... no, Hylje - I can never get that one quite right."

“I’m not familiar, although I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Wait, fell from the sky? Literally?”

"As far as we know! Some people think it might have been portal magic from the early Jarmish having a prototype of something like the Sentinel Gate, but the stories all say fell from the sky."

“Huh. I suppose that’d be one way for a portal to go wrong. How long are you expecting to the journey to take?”

"Few hours, if we can keep this pace we should beat the sunset."

She nods, continues on at an even speed. She can keep this up for several hours, easily.