Rogue camp

Maya´s POV

We had docked between two piers, one along a steep mountainside and the other a little further out. They looked old but were built of massive logs and didn’t budge once, even when the ships anchored between them. The bridges were constructed on logs or pillars sticking at least two or three meters above sea level. After walking along the wooden construction that seemed to go on forever, we finally reached a sand-covered beach.

Confused, I searched for this village Arcane and Tew had told me about but saw nothing. There were no buildings, nothing, but I heard voices. Apparently, they had decided that creating a village right by the water was a bad idea, and while we walked over the beach and to the forest edge, I understood why. The water looked peaceful now, and the beach covered several meters up from the water covered with fine sand, small rocks, and colorful seashells. But when I passed the tree lines, the discoloration on the tree trunks was clear evidence of just how