Jaxon was taking point through the tunnels; his eyes are much better in the dark than mine, and he's able to follow tracks I can't even pick up, and I'm a decent tracker. Our cleric was providing a dim light, and when Jaxon gave a hand signal to stop then gestured me forward, I knew it meant a fight in less than ideal conditions. I had my sword out in one hand and a long dagger in the other, and as soon as I could make out the figure of the giant insect, I charged.
This cider is a slow careful journey through unknown terrain. It is a controlled violence.
Reviewed on 01 Jan 2025
