The jungle swallowed them.
Bound at the wrists, herded like livestock, the group stumbled forward beneath the watchful glare of the jungle natives. The path was narrow and tangled with roots and vines, and the only light came from a few burning torches carried by the natives, their flames flickering wildly with each step. Darkness loomed on every side, thick and heavy, and even the moon was nowhere to be seen, hidden behind a curtain of thick jungle canopy.
No one spoke, not loudly at least. Marcus grumbled under his breath, stumbling as a native shoved him forward with the butt of a spear. "Damn this… damn jungle, damn you, Borik. You damned bastard. This is all your fault."
Borik, trudging beside him, puffed with exhaustion. "Oh aye? Was it me who brought the cannibals then? Did I draw them with me bloody beard, did I?"
