WV short story part 2

Allekie and I were well prepared for our adventure. Our travels began just before daybreak on the banks of the Midvein River, where we borrowed a sturdy conse from a local fisherman. He made us promise that we'd return it by night fall so that he could fill his nets with codpio for the fresh market the following morning, and we had every intention of doing just that.

We secured our chantsues with the spare oars as a primitive shelter to keep the rain off of our heads. We had our course set. Allekie offered to take the first turn rowing the conse while I settled back and began to play a tune on my rinjan. My intention had been to cheer us with the music but the melody was somehow haunting.

Perhaps we were naive to think that we could quietly slip in and out of the Wildpoi Valley without harm. We thought we were prepared for most anything. We had a perconk that could be used to bribe the Coutioni Tribe for safe passage. We had plenty of fresh water and we had brought along a hearty lunch of butfulat and turamici.