8
Living on the Edge“What are we waiting for?” Riff said.
His gait now included a pronounced limp and he winced with each step. He struggled to keep pace with the group as they made their way around the broad-boughed trees and moss covered rocks that bordered the Ghost Fens.
They had reached the shore without any further incident. Between them, they had spotted at least five different humanoid creatures moving through the trees during their approach. Since they reached land and turned south, the number had doubled.
Whoever or whatever they were, they were keeping their distance. Both of Ghile's Valehounds had their hackles raised and took turns barking their warnings into the forest.
Gaidel heard birdsong following them. The amount of whipper and redbeak calls she heard were too many
