[WFRP] The Bloody Crown XI

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Morrslieb

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Morrslieb was panicking. Elsa could sense her familiar's fear through their mental connection, almost feel his frantic wingbeats as he tried vainly to get back into the air. It took an effort of concentrated will for her to calm the raven's frantic impulse of fight or flight and force her message through.

Hopping through the mud, Morrslieb crouched miserably under a rotten log, listening as the voices of the searchers drew closer through the grey haze of the rain. One of them spotted Elsa's marsh-light, and with shouts and the sound of splashing footsteps, a group of them hurried after it. Morrslieb slowly raised his head to watch them go - then shrank back beneath the log as he heard a spotter's shout from the opposite direction. A scrawny, malnourished-looking man was wading through the waist-deep water towards him, pointing to the spot where he was hiding. An equally scrawny woman was following after, the worn blade of a rusty gutting knife glinting in her hand.