บท 223:    222- The Cold, Bloody Sea Pt. 3

Tarsuria, Year of Severus, 18, I.R., the 63rd day of Spring, The Ardantean Strait

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The bushes moved violently, Ghwynmyr tore a cloth from his sleeve and used it to wrap the mysterious aetherium.  He took the stone and ran to the camp before he could figure out what was on the other side of the bush.

He met with his squad in their camp who were still confused with what Urfaal was trying to tell them. Ghwynmyr immediately told them to stop arguing and start listening.

"Tis a Necromaton I've encountered!" He told them. "There might be more comin'." Ghwynmyr clicked his tongue as he fumbled through his sleeping bag for his dagger. "Tis no time to standin' round here! We bettar move!"