Yet that very night, Linden uses the staff to repulse her friends and run strait to the lurker. The water was evidently deep enough to cause waves high enough to strike the chests of the giants.“How close are we to the Sarangrave? Are we in danger?”
Why had Narunal and Hynyn whinnied so urgently during the day, when there were no caesures?
Without hesitation, Stave answered, “I estimate the distance at less than a league. However, the Flat’s proximity poses scant peril. In this region, the wetland is extensive but shallow, little more than a marsh sporadically snared with quagmires. The lurker prefers the deeper mire within the heart of the Sarangrave, and in Lifeswallower. Its vast bulk and ferocity require more noisome waters.
Little confused-- please help?