Dahro´s feet mercilessly throbbed and ached as he sluggishly dragged them up the muddy slope that led to the vast clearing where the Umber Wetland supposedly stood.
But the self-proclaimed monarch couldn't help the shiver that slid down his backbone when the wads of invasive vines and the clusters of damp bushes gave way to the surreal sight of a heavily fortified town instead of the small rural settlement he had been expecting to find.
-I thought this was meant to be a village – Elhyna grunted behind her gritting teeth, her high-pitched squeal making her nervousness evident.
-So did I – The Xiblenean somberly muttered, staring at the peculiar architecture of the premises with increasing concern.
It was more than obvious that the Wetlanders had thrived considerably throughout their se
