by Turbo Tyrannophonic » Tue Feb 11, 2014 1:11 am
The next morning...
Warren awoke with a start. The wagon had struck another pothole, and the resulting jerk had thrown the Hunter from his dreams yet again.
"If we were going somewhere civilized," he mumbled to his traveling companions, not for the first time, "we might have got there in a little more luxury."
The three of them had traveled all through the night, by foot, wagon, and even ferry. The last leg of their journey - which would bring them close, though not in, their destination - put them in a space far too cramped, wet, and dreary for such a noble mission. Sleep was scarce, but they would need all they could get.
"We'll be settin' in shortly," called their driver - an accented man who spent far too much of his life hiding from the rest of the world, even by Outlands standards. "You'll find no short supply of pity from me, lads. You wouldn't find me in that damn marsh. Not in seven Hells would I share a night with It!"