“Calm yourselves,” a soothing voice said from just outside the stump. “You are feeling the effects of the venom from the Diabhal. It will take some time to clear out of your body. Gather your things and come out here and have some tea. It should help a little.”
“Diabhal, is that what you call them?” said Josie. “What are they?”
“Flying Daemons; they are the spawn of a great evil that possesses this land. She has somehow sabotaged the Tairseachs. You should not be this far south.
Small humming bird-sized, bat-like creatures, that are single-mindedly focused on their pray. They hunt in packs each taking small bites out of their victims slowly wearing them down with the venom in their saliva.
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