"Captain Sage, this golden stone looks shiny like the great sand gold that the old grandmother mentioned..."
"Oh ancestors! These densely packed symbols, so orderly and strange—they seem to foretell the guidance of the Divine Reindeer... are they Shamanic divination patterns?..."
The night is deep, and the starry sky over the Kamchatka Peninsula also has a brilliant galaxy. The Northern Tribes' sailors, wrapped in thick leather cloaks, skillfully dug shallow pits and set up low leather tents to shield against the wind. They assigned a team to keep watch vigilantly while others rested around several campfires on padded leather. The warmer inner circle belonged to the Southern Samurai of the Kingdom. Strong and fierce, they couldn't withstand the cold as well as the recruited Tribal Sailors from the North and had to stay closer to the fires to sleep well.
