“Earlier today we entered the forest.
I don’t like forests.They breathe danger and frightening ancientry here on this side of the continent. Commander of my “iron-bellied” called it Ulfskargsrann. Wolfish-fright-death-fly - something like this, when translated to the common tongue, does not sounds very encouraging at all. However, the commander is vigorous.
I don’t understand their hard, clunking speech well enough. It is more suited for warfare than for communication.
My brave”iron-bellied” Gottlungs sang their drinking songs under the forest canopy, scaring away all the birds and spirits, up until one of them got an arrow right through his throat.
Oh my, they are good at fighting, these Gottlungs, let Jodenande hug them with her legs.
It is good when there is someone to slash with the long Gottlung sword.
It is good when the enemy is seen.
But here, our enemy was the forest itself.”
A travel log page
by Torson from Gavranskelle - master of trade
found in bear dung near Rivenspinne.
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- The team