Black Morass stirring

reyna watches as the girl deliberates over her own thoughts. and she smiles. initially, she did not intend to convince the stranger in front of her. but now, now, she sees opportunity. like a viper, she bites.

of course, why else would a woman like me be out and about in this bog? she nods to the mountains. i do not aim for the land we stand on, but to the mountains in front of us. it must be dryer, since it's higher up. not by much but enough to get away from the mud.

the rant stops when reyna points towards a long forgotten skull that lays behind her. and i'd be close to an easy food source without having to even enter into the thicket. i can just pick up whatever poor soul lands here.