Seventeen:
The struggle to ten miles further southwest ended after our fifth run-in with Stalkers. Even with equal or greater numbers, the beasts moved so deftly that they were brutal adversaries.
No Reapers obstructed us as we traveled. Considering how coincidentally attacks tended to occur in Aubrey vicinity, this was queer.
My anticipation for Reaper assaults mounted by the moment. The lack of Reapers made me suspicious. Either I had misjudged the severity of their interest in my lineage, or something else was afoot. My gut screamed to me. The chances of happenstance were nil.
Beings from another dimension shouldn’t be so inclined to wish me dead. Not unless something else was guiding their fury against me. Mainly, a dark druid.
I’d only ever experienced a mild dark druid pract
