13
Dex
Thanks to Jacoby’s transport spell, I quickly reach the Fell Bogs. Humidity hangs in the air, its weight heavy as a blanket against me. Hours pass as I march along. Each step through the knee-deep water is a slog. All around me, mosquito pixies fly about in clusters. They have insect-style wings and helms that end in long stingers. Whenever they get too close, I let out a low wolf growl and they zoom away.
After a while, I debate about shifting into my wolf form. The problem is that most residents of Faerie are terrified of any shifter, let alone one who’s twelve feet tall. If I search as a wolf, it’s much less likely that Jocasta will show up.
Dawn comes. The canopy of leaves blocks out most of the sunlight. Temperature soars. My skin turns prickly with sweat. Worry bunches up
