IN THE HAUNTED WOOD
That night they stopped to rest in the Haunted Forest, after a deep and full darkness had set in. Scales hated the dark. Truth be known, Fenn was not overly fond of it either. Goblins came out in the dark. Especially in the bad neighborhoods such as these. As did witches and wraiths.
They found a good spot for supper near a babbling brook in a little clearing. The creek ceaselessly burbled in an ancient tongue – Nohhhhhhhga, sshhhhhh, Jesssssssss, sssshhhh, Astropolimmmmmmm – which made no sense to anyone other than the most educated listener.
Fenn built a fire near a couple of scorched stumps. He used some of t...
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