Boztun Badlands, Klos 18th, 350AC, 9:20 (partly cloudy, 36 degrees, crescent moon
[audio:https://gwevolution.netfarious.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/wind1.mp3|autostart=yes]You find yourselves standing in silence in the cold morning looking at the empty sky. Bren lowers his crossbow, “What the frick just happened? That was one of those Reevers, right? If that’s one of the ‘good ones’, then I can see what you guys were up against. (sneers) No thanks. Zarr, you ok?” Zarr rubs his neck, shrugs and gives the rocking ‘so-so’ hand signal.
The river bubbles in a gully to the southeast (chunks of thin ice flow down it). Where to now?
