"Ah? Blessed by Buddha! Chieftain of Rokube, you want all three horses? You're trading this Bronze Amulet with me for them?… That won't do, at most I can give you two horses, I might not even take anything from you, but I'll keep the largest one… Wait! This feel, this weight?!…"
The snow reached up to their knees, the cold wind froze the rivers and sea. Two groups of people held Stone Spears, Bronze Axes, and Iron Blades from different eras, dressed in various styles of Leather Armor, Copper Armor, and Ironwood Armor, as if they had crossed a millennium of history, meeting at the camp on the Far North Coast. At this moment, they confronted each other with tension, and waited for the outcome of their leaders' negotiations.
