Chapter 88
Sparr would have felt more confident if he had his saber, but the slavers had stripped him of his weapons, his pack, and everything else he had been carrying. Instead, Waii had given him only a plain staff that the band had stripped from one of his captors. Perhaps it was for the best. With his right arm still recovering from the wounds he took during the crash, a two-handed weapon would be more reliable. "You only have to keep them at a distance," Waii had assured him. The two waited not half a meter from the tumbling, glacial stream. The winds weren't strong, but the frigid mist was already settling on his skin. Beside Sparr, Waii's skin was pale and inviting. Like the others, she was petite, but fit and toned. However, unlike the Klee Sparr had met on the tundra, Waii and her hunters w
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