Gril threw the empty hull of the green water nut to the side. In front of him, he could see the veil of sweet moss hanging from the trees that bordered the Goddess’s Fury. Droplets of water ran down his shoulders from the rain that had started during the night and continued even as the first rays of light struggled to lighten the horizon through the dark, heavy clouds.
The rain had washed the blood from his face and clothes. He had encountered a night crawler. It hadn’t gone well for the creature. It really shouldn’t have gotten in his way.
Gril focused on the layout of the Goddess’s Fury. He would head first for the large hot spring where they had seen the cage. As he walked along the path, he gathered some of the sweet moss hanging from the trees. He draped it over his shoulders and ti
