De Fremmede

Author's blurb: Every time the tunnel turned, the smell of campfire and roasted meat became weaker. Råber felt safer when he hugged himself in his clothing. He clutched a new spear. Rupees, considering himself the leader, had insisted on going forward, even though both Hvidand and Skulker had laughed at him. "We are not even in a real tunnel yet, you fool!" Hvidand had said while smiling his cheeky white smile. Skulker had just laughed...