Peace had returned to Frostvale after the troupe’s long journeys. The villagers once again filled the ice amphitheater every week, laughing at Iskel Juna’s pratfalls, Nival Aukko’s paranoid skits, Svara Thule’s razor wit, and Talvik Orren’s heartful monologues. Nyra Selvik, the fox who had guided them beyond the glaciers, now lived among them.