The rain came down in sheets now like a steady roar on the canopy above. But the massive leaves and the ancient trees shielded them, letting only a fine drizzle filter through to dampen their hair and shoulders.
They had been walking for two days in this endless forest. Their boots sinking into moss and soft soil, yet no sign of civilization had crossed their path. Unless the wandering predators and strange beasts counted.
Civilization or not, they had left a trail of corpses behind them.
Most were monsters foolish enough to hunt them. Others were animals brought down for food, their meat roasted over small smokeless fires.
Neither of them felt the chill or the fatigue that would have crippled any human traveler. Even in this form they were Dragonborn that have strength, stamina, and resilience woven into their very being far higher than any other being.
