Rade is no fool. The Erisians were warriors of horse, reliant upon their cavalry tactics, utterly unsuited for jungle warfare. The Butcher is a man who once helped you drive them off. He knows how warfare works in the jungle.
But there's one place he hasn't considered. That is why you've split from the main army and headed north. Most men think this place is impassable.
You know better.
You watch as the path ahead of you abruptly cuts off into a dead end, leading into a thick wall of vines hanging from a massive, water-logged tree.
The lead ranger approaches this wall, and with the blade of his falchion, he parts the wall.
Beyond, you catch a glimpse of a trio of rangers carrying an upside-down rowboat above their heads.
He shouts to you, "Magister Militum. We're here."
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