Rochil had been glad when they finally reached the rode again. But Awyrgan was going to lead them on a different path. So they had traveled between the weather hills and Midgewater mashers. To Rochil it was a difficult journey passing around the marshes. The ground had oozed below their feet. There were bugs everywhere, and they swarmed around the small group. They were soon covered in many little bites.
Rochil woke up, to the smell of a stew. He was hungry and tried and looking at everyone else, he could tell they all felt the same way. His clothes were damp, and clung to his body. He was cold, even sitting by the small fire that had been made. He ate slowly. The stew was wonderful in his empty stomach. He listened to Brytta and Aldwulf talk, soon to be joined in by Liol.
"Where are we going?” I wish I knew Rochil thought.
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Might be continued after Nova finish her post
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