Greatwater Lake gillyweed

The lack of emotion that followed the boy's words made Dirge wonder about him for the briefest of moments. He couldn't have imagined what it would have been like to try and move around with pups in tow. It couldn't have been an easy feat for the parents involved, and that was assuming they didn't have others with them. It was certainly the last thing that Dirge would have planned on, but truthfully he had no plans about settling down. It seemed too much of a hinderance and well, he had already been on the receiving end of what happened when things went somewhat unfavorably. His mother too, for that matter.

"Probably better that way," he said, though he imagined the words would be of little comfort. Through with treading water where he was, Dirge moved to the shoreline and began to shake the water from his coat. There was also no way he'd be getting the smell of the water out of his coat now either — he'd be back to this place again before the week was out. But with no plans to currently go trotting off from whence he came, he cleared his throat instead.

"What else do you know about this place? Any place you and your sister aren't supposed to go?" So far they had been directionless in their ventures, but he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to glean a little information.