Chapter 6 A Favor in the Marsh

“And what favor might that be, good Sir Eldrin?” Thalassa forces a beam onto her face, already dreading the answer.

Chief Eldrin spits onto the dusty cobblestones, hurling a string of curses so foul it could wither an oak tree.

“Filthy, scaly, fire-spitting, tail-waggling lizards!" Eldrin howls, h...