Witch's Marsh Don't want to run aground, your shores are safely found.

Sunhawk managed to escape the Kray(Z) brothers in the Glen, but only very narrowly. He took the first trail he found and blazed it until they were a distant memory. A relievingly distant memory.

He was on the edge of a marsh. His feet were sodden. He wiggled his toes as they sank into the watery earth, liquid pooling between his toes. "Hmm. Hope Grumbra doesn't want me home before supper." Looking at the sun that slanted through the trees to the west, Sunhawk was certain he was not going to make it home in time for Grumbra's curfew.

It'd be night time soon and rain was pooling in the horizon. Sunhawk began to move off in search of shelter.