A woman of twenty-one summers, and as is the case for many of my people, I have no love for battle. We Mol are content leading peaceful lives, passing our days in good company fashioning felt and snacking on fresh buuz. My Grandmother, Temulun Khatun is an ugdan and our tribes leaders, she hears the voices of the old gods. I may succeed her some day, but the thought terrifies me. Though I am known to many as Cirina of the Laughing Reeds, at times I looks to the south in silence, as if in prayer.