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Chapter 12.1. Silver Dragons.

The gentle lapping of water against wooden hull provided soothing backdrop to Lilith’s contemplative musings, as she gazed out across vast expanse of Kebelek river. Lush foliage flanked both banks, emerald canopy stretched in unbroken horizon – a verdant tapestry of woven nature itself.

Cian stood beside her, weathered features etched in relief, by dappled sunlight, filtering through overhead branches.

– This place reminds me elven lands, – she mused softly: – The way light dances on leaves, scent of the air… It’s almost like stepping into dream, long forgotten.

The mercenaries continued their journey downstream, currents carrying them inexorably toward confluence with Gala, river looming ever nearer each passing day. As waters merged to form mighty Taraka river, Lilith felt sense of anticipation, building within her chest – knowing that soon enough they would leave lush confines of paradise-like forest behind.

For now she took Tuatha Dé Danann language lessons from Cian.