Tobin’s anger raged once the shamans reported that the Gray Marsh Clan still camped in the area, miles from where they should have been.Longboats came off the ships quicker than before and Tobin felt it necessary to order his men not to take out their aggression on the Gray Marsh Clan. He saw the rage in their eyes, the need to exact punishment on those responsible for their embarrassment at the hands of the Green Forest and Red Mountain Clans.Tobin stepped out of the boat and into thigh deep water. He strode inland. Walor and Ufer fell in beside him, Walor still limping. Soyjid struggled to keep up with their pace. Physically the boy was still a mess, but he had shown Tobin much in the way of strategy.A small retinue greeted Tobin on the shore. “Greetings Tobin, Warleader of the—”“Where is he?” demanded Tobin.“Mawkuk is waiting for you in his private tent,” said the representative.Ufer spat. “He disrespects you by not coming out to meet you.”The representative shook his head.
