Being a leader sucks.

Sael watched as the fetid swamps rolled by below the castle. The air was hot and humid while reeking of decay. It had been multiple months since they had left the moon clan's village and during that time everyone had been busy. Both the Moon and Grey Mountain clans did their own thing, utilizing the huge space both for living and training he'd provided them. It wasn't that they didn't get along so much as their methods of fighting were so different they couldn't easily train together. That of course didn't mean they didn't spar, huge "mock" battles raged almost daily in one section of the magically expanded castle or the other.