The following morning we broke camp under gloomy skies. The world seemed to be slowly growing greyer as we made our way past crooked trees towards the marshes. The birds have become fewer in number and those that remain are quiet. The air is heavy with salt and rot. I am told we will reach the swamplands tomorrow.
The Warden left to scout the path we are to take tomorrow morning, so I took the chance to find out what Dermond knew of the Warden. I sat with him by the fire and asked what he knew; he was reticent at first but I persisted and what he told me created more questions than answers. I […]
Early the next morning we left town, the Warden leading Dermond and myself southwards towards the marshland. Dermond had told me that they are a dank and crooked place, riddled with traps to those who walk through them unawares. We are still several days journey from the southern marshes. The air is still clear but the Warden has cautioned us […]
The Warden woke me just as the sun rose. I had fallen asleep in the main room of the inn. As I stood I realized that he and I were not alone: Dermond, Geor, and Alarca, these two buried in each other’s arms, were standing behind The Warden. Dermond had finally recovered and he was dressed for battle, one hand […]