A caravan of vardos trundle along the banks of the River Luna. Ironmongery of all designs clatters and clangs from the sides of the heavy-laden vardos, and a column of braying animals and ruffle-feathered birds follows in its wake.
In the clearing outside of Berez, the vardos circle. A heavyset, mustachioed man leaps from the lead vardo, and surveils the site. "Kir-yahg," he declares, and a woman, head bound in cloth, descends from her own vardo. She joins the man at the centre of the circle, pauses, and then nods. "Kir-yahg!" she cries, and the caravan roars back "Lunadi!"
With startling speed the camp is established. A fire is struck, which grows healthy and strong. The beasts are stabled, and a makeshift forge is assembled, which too swiftly comes to life. In only a few hours, the sounds of hammering metal and bellows blasts fill the surrounding countryside.
The Kamii have come to Berez.