Fishblight Mire brotherhood

The Rat - that was his actual, for reals name - reached deep to answer, sputtering his title in a manner that must have been drummed into him as a child. It was wretchedly sad, but that kind of thinking was a colossal waste of time - it neither fed you, nor kept you warm. Vlad laughed instead - loudly. "OK ok, ees Rett, I hearing you! Ees good name for you!" The Russian laughed some more, shook his head, and looked beyond the Mire. Now that he had hooked a follower, it was time to move on and see what else the Wilds had to offer. "Now we finding bratstvo for making winter surviving - you understend? Peck," he clarified, and stepped into the mud, motioning for Rat to follow. "Come come! You ees good sneak, Rett? I test you."

The one-sided chatter would continue to flow well beyond the mire.