It’s dark. That’s the first thing I notice. And silent.
The air is musty and damp. I seem to be sitting in a chair beside some sort of table, with Fleet’s warm body curled over my feet. 1,270 more words
We’re not in good shape as we continue along this ancient road into the heart of the swamp. This morning’s battle took its toll — I don’t think Squirrel can have much magic left after throwing a couple of fireballs and Alix has expended a lot of healing energy. 1,834 more words
All going well, we should arrive in Kelsen tomorrow.
All going well…
Gah! Who am I kidding? Nothing ever goes well for us. It’s taken us a week to get this far and it’s cost a lot of gold. 1,049 more words