Frogspawn Swamp before it all becomes the same old song.

"Some creek to the North or South or East or West... ish," Tru replied with a good-natured shrug. His former home was not something that he allowed in his mind too often. It had ties to his childhood, and his childhood had been a bunch of shit. Tru was not one to dwell on shit, and so he zeroed in on the hint of a suggestion that his companion had just made about her own.

"If you were to want to?" he commented with a charming tilt of his head and a softly furrowed brow, "Sounds like you have some doubt that you ever would." He took on the look of a concerned therapist then, which was a bit of a feat considering he was still mostly submerged in swamp water. If anyone could pull it off though, it was this wily, rogueish minstrel.