Devrin cringed when he received the rude awakening, but dutifully dragged himself out of bed all the same. He was not used to sleeping on a rocking, creaking ship. Luckily they would be reaching land soon. He went out and joined the others as they discussed where they should go. The group had varying opinions, but the one that Devrin found most strange was the desire to go to the tundra. Why would anyone want to go there? Were they to live in igloos? That was a terrible idea. Devrin stepped forward and pointed to a spot on the coast in the forest closer to the swamp.

"We should go here," he said. "We'll have the trees for wood for building, the coastline for fishing, and some of the more fertile land nearer the swamp for farming. It's the perfect spot."

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Swiper was mildly annoyed at having his slumber so rudely interrupted. The worst part about it was that now that he was awake he was hungry. He had no intention of getting caught up in whatever scuffle was taking place outside, so after a nice long stretch he squeezed out of his little den and went looking for food in the opposite direction. With how close they were getting he wanted to get moving before they got too close.