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Areya's chest was burning as her legs carried her over the slippery stones. She was no longer caring about stealth, she was just trying to get away, far, far away. Toffsen, Karyka, Forzia, all of them were dead. Their unit had been sent on patrol down into an area Areya didn't know, called the Honeypot. It was a region known for its unpredictable tar springs popping up and causing sticky morasses to appear suddenly. It was tricky to navigate for even those experienced in the area.
Forzia was the only one of them to have ever traversed this particular reach, and not often. They patrolled the halls, Areya trying her best to remember every turn and branching off shoot. It was habit. If you didn't know where you were in the Warrens, you ran the risk of being lost forever.
Glade 60, 121
Areya's chest was burning as her legs carried her over the slippery stones. She was no longer caring about stealth, she was just trying to get away, far, far away. Toffsen, Karyka, Forzia, all of them were dead. Their unit had been sent on patrol down into an area Areya didn't know, called the Honeypot. It was a region known for its unpredictable tar springs popping up and causing sticky morasses to appear suddenly. It was tricky to navigate for even those experienced in the area.
Forzia was the only one of them to have ever traversed this particular reach, and not often. They patrolled the halls, Areya trying her best to remember every turn and branching off shoot. It was habit. If you didn't know where you were in the Warrens, you ran the risk of being lost forever.