The Tree Killer
Prologue
Dargem: I had gotten used to the gut-wrenching feeling of having nothing above my head—be it the vaults of ancient tunnels, a solid roof, or at least a rocking deckhead. Few in Nighon can bear that, but I adapted! Only the woods still do give me shameful, unmanly terror. Of course, no one will ever call me out on that—after all, a stiff upper lip is the sign of a master in my profession. The diary is the only confidant I share my true feelings with. I reckon I would much rather be buried alive once again... But the contract is signed, which means Dargem Llywellyn is heading to the cursed thickets. And by all the sea devils, he will bring back triumph.