Chapter Eight
Arria changed paths as she approached Sudegam. The way she traveled previously had too many kheshlars. She decided to find the humans instead, the weakest race of them all. They had the most in number, but they were scattered without a leader. She could smell them, and they left an awful taste in her mouth.
She found five of them talking amongst themselves. She scouted around and found no others. She wondered what these few were doing out by themselves. She grinned as she crept closer to them, listening to their conversation.
“So the kheshlars are letting us stay now?” a blond man asked.
“It appears so. They’ve finally accepted the inevitable. They now know that the army is coming. Even they are not strong enough to stop as many as have been reported,” a black-haired man
