Category:Rightful Rest of Nahkte Rangi

"We Sung him, and he did not answer. I, his ancestor--I cried his name through the hui-marata and he did not come to us! He did not come!" the oruch Nahu slams his fist upon the table. It shudders.

"This Nahkte Rangi?" the Vardaman scribe works to take notes.

"Yes! He should have COME." The oruch draws his hand from his jaw to his chest. "And hunted, with us, his children against our enemy! His breath to my lungs his fist to my axe! Something has happened to his resting place--"

"This spirit--"

"--It is now a matter of honor, but it cannot be handled within clan. Not with Dran and," Nahu spits, "Rune as they are. So it must be handled differently. This will be DONE!"

The Vardaman adjusts his glasses. "I...will see who may be hired."