The berg riders openly bear the mark of the Wyld: Each Kaigani warrior, male or female, is as translucent as the frozen vessel that carries him across the water’s surface. Azure blood flows sluggishly beneath skin like glass, and the dim blue outlines of the internal organs are visible to all who see one. The slow beating of the Kaigani heart is a particularly disturbing sight. All of this is visible for the Kaigani fight in the nude, clad only in a thin mist of chill and cloud and seemingly immune to the cold that accompanies them. Their weapons — fell axes and spears mostly — are made of ice, hardened by black sorcery and stained with gore. And their eyes, pale like the rest of them, show no signs of mercy.