After a good night's sleep in the camp, Broneslav bid the Rakasta farewell and headed north once more. The Rakasta had told him that the hills ended and the jungle began a few miles north-east of their camp. Perhaps he would make better time through the jungle. Well, he would find out.
The day passed fairly quickly and Broneslav made good time. The hills were soon behind him and the light jungle of the island proved to be easier going as the Rakasta had suggested. The jungle around him was alive with exotic creatures he had only read about, birds the size of his thumb, small apes and large lizards. However, the trek that day was peaceful and he bedded down for the night to the sound of monkey calls and rustling in the bushes.
The following day dawned warm and dry. Broneslav packed up and continued northwards. He made good progress and found trekking through the jungle easier than in the hills, so he was in a good mood until mid-afternoon. He stopped in his tracks, peeking out from behind a tree to be certain of what he had just seen ahead. Three giant spiders, their bodies longer than he was tall, were lurking in what he assumed was ambush. It was lucky that he had spotted them first or he would have been in for quite a fight. Broneslav chose discretion after assessing the size of the spiders, and marvelling at the venom dripping from their fangs. He headed west instead of north to get around them.
As he continued his journey the hoots of monkeys grew louder and he thought he saw large figures about the size of a halfling gliding through the trees. However, they did not bother him, so he ignored them. The noises of the jungle were loud, but he was tired from trekking and getting to sleep that night was easy for him.
The next morning, Broneslav awoke with a start to find a ring of raccoon-like monkeys or monkey-like raccoons around him. About the size of halflings with tails the length of their bodies, they had sneaked up on him in his sleep and he found his weapons and armour missing, when he reached automatically for them. Broneslav surrendered. They could have killed him in his sleep, so he thought that things would likely not be worse than being a captive for a while. Unless they planned to cook him, of course...
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