THIRTEEN
Revenant
The unfriendly shaper scoffed at his presence, after gingerly opening the door to the hovel. Krashnar peered through the narrow gap between the poorly constructed door and its frame. The shaper’s face looked contorted, as though having smelt something bad.
‘You survived then.’ said the ill-disposed shaper, who seemed put out by his return.
Krashnar’s beady eyes widened as they drifted towards the sack laying on the ground beside his feet.
‘Is that it?’
‘Yes, but you will not be getting your grubby hands on it out here.’ he said, irritated by the shaper’s complete lack of hospitality.
The door to Krashnar’s abode shuddered open as it scraped across the forest floor.
‘Why do you not fix that?’
‘Bring the sack inside, now!’ rasped Krashnar.
He sorely wanted to repr
