The three Cahenean men had been trailing behind the big crowd of traveling people consisting mostly of Nevarehan soldiers and Wetlanders, apart from a small group of their own countrymen.
Huitzan, leader of the blow-gunners, and the most experienced swamp-man of them all, had been diligently guiding them through the inclement and humid terrain for days, all the way from the heart of Umber and directly to the border of the Nevarehan territory.
Their feet were drenched, and their bones ached with exhaustion when they finally emerged from the ever-present shallow but dangerous waters and into a firm patch of ground surrounded by heavy foliage and vines.
They had set up a camouflaged campsite, aided by the witty Wetlanders´ concealing techniques. Making sure to keep the majority of their
