From the personal journal of Talla, Breaker of Monsters:

My son brought me two fangs pried from an extremely large snake. One of them is still envenomed with a dangerous bloodborne pathogen. Even with his crippled body, he retains the heart of a berserker.

This was his second trip to the Fever Swamp. After repelling the attack sent against Rigalo by the swamp dwellers’ leader, my son’s companion Heron insisted on mounting an expedition of mercy to rescue the people from the hands of a tyrant and a disease that wasted their bodies. (The synthetic person Markus proposed wiping them out instead or, wiser still, ignoring the threat as beneath notice, but there is a reason our clan’s place is in battle, not in deliberations). Their mission to assassinate the leader was successful (though my son was badly injured in battle, curse his unfortunate weakness), and the new leader of the ones we now call the Swamp People has settled in our village. Her name is Aera and though her body is frail she has a strong spirit, more than I can say for most of them. Bazz also brought back a suit of clothing that if repaired can dispense medicine, which I am told will be very useful.

Kada told me the story of the battle against the mighty snakes in the medical bunker and my son’s role in it (now there is one who would have thrived among the berserkers, holding off dozens of snakes at a single time and protecting his weaker companions). I suspect he exaggerated somewhat, but I have never doubted my son’s bravery or will to overcome his disability. Apparently after clearing the snakes out Markus and the bug-man Toriss found a machine which can implant other machines inside a biological body, and the means to create one here at the Couatl Lodge. Some of these enhancements sound quite useful for a warrior. I shall have to speak to Ato about requisitions.

Junco came to formally ask me to release Bazz to the White Tooth Lodge; it is time for his initiation. I gave permission with pride and I must confess a little fear. He has carved out his own place among the Trenith, something I never had to do. May he survive it.



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