The marshlands stretched before Thadric like a murky, endless expanse of mud and shadow. The air was thick and humid, the buzzing of insects filling the silence as his small contingent of soldiers trudged behind him. Each step sank into the wet earth, leaving behind deep impressions that were quickly swallowed by the swamp.
Thadric stopped at the edge of a cluster of gnarled trees, turning to address the group.
'Stay sharp,'
he said, his voice low but firm.
'The marshlands have a way of swallowing you whole if you let your guard down. We're here to reinforce Selyna, but we don't know what we're walking into.'
The soldiers nodded, their faces tense but resolute. Thadric gripped the hilt of his axe, the weight of it comforting in the oppressive gloom.
"How does she work in places like this all the time?"
he thought, scanning the area for any signs of movement.
"Probably enjoys the quiet, sneaky little shadow she is."
