Red Fang Chapter 37

“Can’t you keep that damned baby quiet?” Samuel snapped. He was a vague outline against the night sky, unwilling to give up his vigil. Everyone huddled as close to the hull as they could, desperate to escape the freezing wind cutting across the boat, whipping at cloaks and the corners of blankets. “They can probably hear its wail in Arshen.”

“I’m sorry,” Elise said and tried to hush the baby, but it refused to be mollified. “He needs his mother.” “Well, maybe you should go and find her,” Samuel said harshly. “Sam,” Leith said surprised at the old Dwarf’s outburst. “If you want us to leave, we will,” Dren said, and the boat rocked as he stood up. “Ignore him. You’re not going anywhere,” Dallon said from somewhere by the mast where he was hunkered down and wrapped up in his cloak. The boat bobbed among the reeds, secured by a rope lashed around an enormous stump to keep them from drifting off.

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Nestled in the shadow of the Intraana mountain range is a vast land of marsh and forest. Rivers pour in from both the north and south flooding the region until it's more lake than land and yet it is home to more life than any outsider could imagine. Hidden among the reed beds are villages and farms, not all sited on dry land, some float. The villages of the marsh elves drift with the seasons, following the migrations of birds and fish, ignored by the humans as long as they don't get too close. A human king claims dominion and is ready to shed blood to prove it, not his but those of his men, marching them into the swamp to kill and needlessly die. But there are still places where people can hide from tyrants and create homes and communities of their own.

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The Red Fang

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