After leaving the Watchers behind, Wassail pad his way through the plant and crystal filled caves. He had been told by the last clan about the next one. Haedians who love the water as much as the fish in the lakes up on the surface. As he walked on he started to hear the lapping of water against rocks, different then the rivers that he passed prior. The red and green runner hummed to himself, swishing his tail in annoyance as he felt a stream of water pelt his head without warning. Letting ou...