Fishblight Mire i told the devil to take you back

His answer made him seem a little less crazy and Ocra relaxed a fraction, shifting her weight away from the water and angled toward her new companion. He proved he at least knew a little bit about the more, more than she did, and so she took a few steps in a new direction and found he’d been accurate. The ground solidified beneath her and she doesn’t feel like the world was going to slip out from beneath her and she’d be eating mud for dinner.

“Too long,” she groaned, thankful that she wasn’t slipping and sliding around. “I just want out of here,” she told him, thought she doubted she needed to. He was covered for more than she was, seemingly mentally scarred from his time within the depths of the mire, and Ocra doesn’t want to see herself take on the same amount of crazy. “I’m Ocra, by the way,” she introduced with a wag of her tail, which was still weighed down by a hunk of mud.