Her foolish, ambitious husband had already abducted and enslaved over ten thousand Medvedev from the nearby Saleen Clahnn. A fact he’d managed to somehow keep sequestered within the treetop kingdom of Whitechurch, through the strange and foreign magic of Mortain, until now, when the separate clahnns of the Hinterlands were talking unification, in order to fight back. And when the Reaches discovered this foul treachery, there was no telling what force they might bring to stand tall against Aiden’s untenable overreach.
We have an unexpected ally, who shares with us a common foe.
Yes, she would start with that. That sounded ubiquitous. Elusive. She had more reading to do to learn even more words, but she liked having more ways to describe herself and the world now. If Aiden properly feared
