It was a shot in the dark, but Corvo was willing to risk the trek into the dreadful swamp to find his brother. This vile, foul-smelling waste was just the sort of place for the likes of him, Corvo thought with a grimace. He'd skirted the edges of the marsh in an attempt to escape the worst of the muck, but still he found himself tugging and pulling his paws at the suction created by the mud. Every now and again he found a sloping hill that helped him evade the murky water, but each time he was soon forced back in to keep moving. It was slow progress.
By now, he wondered what time it was, since the towering cypresses blocked his view. Corvo supposed it was nearing midday, but he had no way to be sure. Perhaps he'd spent longer in these wetlands than he realized, bogged down by the mire. He was beginning to feel like he might he trapped here forever, left fighting for a foothold in this mess.
Still, to find his traitorous brother, Corvo would brave just about any land.
By now, he wondered what time it was, since the towering cypresses blocked his view. Corvo supposed it was nearing midday, but he had no way to be sure. Perhaps he'd spent longer in these wetlands than he realized, bogged down by the mire. He was beginning to feel like he might he trapped here forever, left fighting for a foothold in this mess.
Still, to find his traitorous brother, Corvo would brave just about any land.
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