Fishblight Mire i told the devil to take you back

The air was heavy with weary malaise, but Sriracha would not be cowed. It was already working its wiles on the olive-eyed woman, who definitely needed to be saved, and purpose would keep him from getting waylaid. I'm fine, señorita, he answered. I'm not going to let this glorified mud hole bring me down. Neither should you. Get over here, where it isn't so deep, Sriracha urged. If she came with him they could both look out for better paths to take. They could continue traveling in the same direction and, together, emerge safetly on the other side. To answer her second question, he merely shrugged. Yo no se. A few hours, but long enough that I want to get out of here, he told her.