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The battle was over. The shamans body hung in the rotting air as the vines held him in place. The glow around him flickered and disappeared. As you left the hut you saw the others still close to the fire. None of them seemed to notice your stealthy retreat into the dark. The light of a new day was making the sky a dark blue. By the time you were safe from the swamp and the out of danger you began the long journey back. Grateful that the spring meant few of the wild creatures had awakened. Off towards the direction of the tribe you heard the drums. Warning others to stay away. They guided you back.

The second night was fairly uneventful as well. You could see the safety of the tribal markers. Over head were the large floating islands. you could see only the underneath of them as they floated silently overhead in the direction of the wind. The moon was out tonight and while not full the closeness of it in relation to you made it possible to see the shadow of craters in its surface. Around you the air blew while the quietness brought the attention of chirping insects hidden in the grass. You continued your journey into the tribe lands. You saw the goblin workers cutting the forest down acre by acre. The brutes hauled the trunks off to be made into support beams and other underground structures. They were also used to feed the forges. The pillars of smoke closed off the many different scents you had while out in the fresh air. The warriors were issuing challenges and giving each other scars of honor for surviving the lessons.