The small boat made its way through tall reeds and waterways, which became progressively more open and less congested with weeds and plants as they went on.
Kélas paddled the boat from the rear, while Márden and Tárenis sat before him. It was a quiet, chilled autumn morning, and they moved swiftly through the water. They had risen early, and left the marshfolk village of Káis Alwás just after dawn. It was now several hours later, and the weak sun was glinting through ragged clouds. [Read more...]