The shopkeepers from the Halcyon Fold tell a fearsome tale … RISE OF THE TREANTS The megadillo squeaked when she yawned. “Wake up,” snapped Tor, leading the pack beast through the thick jungle. The monsoon storm had given way to a hot sun that weighed the humidity down and made sweat itch under his fur. There was only time to sap a few trees before the day’s air shipment landed and with it, mercenaries and thrill-seekers dead-set on killing each other. “No good being in the way,” Tor announced to the megadillo as he drilled a shallow hole into the trunk…