Glancing up from where she was crouched by the stream, Salyan saw more trouble approaching in the distance. Armoured in carapace of slick blackness, chittering and slavering mandibles belying their vicious intent, a pair of insects were scuttling towards them, movements undulating and slick as if they were formed from oil and malice. Where she was crouching by the stream, Salyan knew that she was exposed to the creatures, whatever they were, and as much as she wished to find Kayla as swiftly as possible she knew that the beasts would cut her to ribbons if they caught her alone.
Scrambling back, Salyan darted to the rear of the small party, putting Vera and Aravi between her and the entomous nightmares that approached. She called upon her reserves of magicka, plucked the right notes and began to sing a wordless song, one that would grant strength, endurance and courage to her three companions.
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