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FANGS AND VENOM
Crossing the lake to reach the Ugamba’s territory made Thordric uneasy, despite Goras reassuring them that the ice had never broken or melted in living history.
He could hear his horse’s large hooves hitting the surface with a clack, even with the six inches or so of snow that was spread like a thick blanket over the entirety of it. He wondered if any creatures lived under it; perhaps a school of giant man-eating fish or a particularly dangerous type of water moss that would try to strangle them if they touched it. Neither would have surprised him, for as they’d already found out the previous evening, everything wild in Numteqa either tried to bite you or crush you to death – sometimes both.
It was only because of the Grosted horses that they’d managed to escape from
