Fishy Soup

Seth sat up slowly, his joints aching less now as his body gradually adjusted to motion.

He let his golden eyes settle on the two men who had entered earlier.

The air was still cold, tinged with salt and that lingering fishy smell, but Seth ignored it for now.

He exhaled and asked,

"Where am I, exactly? And I don't mean myself, I mean this village's location"

The man on the left, stocky, with a thick beard and fur-lined coat, stepped forward.

His voice was gruff but clear as he replied,

"You're in Varenthal, the Frozen Expanse."

Seth frowned.

"Varenthal? Never heard of it."

The other man, taller and sharper in his features, chimed in.

"Not surprised. It's a kingdom far to the north. Harsh lands. Only the strong survive here."

The stocky man nodded.