Conflict in the Deep
Fleur's side
A group of Dark Sahagin was gathered around, croaking at one another. They were clearly communicating with each other, but it was impossible to know what they were saying. Just out of sight, Fleur had her back pressed tight up against one of the walls of the dim, humid underground complex. Shallow, stunted breaths escaped her mouth, and sweat dripped down her forehead and chest as she struggled to hide her presence.