It was barely mid-morning when Soghurn clutched Huitzan's hand tightly as he let the experienced swamp-man pull him up the last stretch of that mortally high cliff that would now lead them to Nevarehan grounds at last.
While the first signs of the still distant city began to appear on the horizon before his tired eyes, the young warrior dusted off his armor, which was covered in the characteristic violet bearings that announced his provenance and adorned his intimidating attire.
The leader of the blow-gunners had offered himself to escort Soghurn back to his hometown after his short but quite productive stay at Umber Wetland.
-The descent is always easier than the climb, you know? – The hardened man had warned him a few days ago when they’d left the humid village behind – I wouldn’t li
