Witch's Marsh No Room in Frame

For @Haven

The ailment that had plagued Reek for the past week had come and gone, leaving only a persistent cough in it's wake. It was a final straggler, refusing to let go of his respiratory system without a proper fight. It may have been an inconvenience, but he felt far better than he had before. He had his traveling legs again. No longer did they wobble beneath his meager frame. It was time to move once more, and though he was a homebody, the outside world called his name. He set out in the morning and traveled south— content to see the world, once again, slowly pass him by.

He ventured into the marshlands with a goal in mind. The ruined garden Citali left behind was his inheritance. A fools errand this close to winter, but Reek intended in filling it in full before the first frost. Murk and muck caked around his ankles as he carefully pushed through the marsh and hopefully toward something he could transplant.