Cricket Creek Bog you're getting there

for @Wraen

though hadrian is weary of wetlands, he finds himself stuck between two packs and trudging through the bog was quicker than skirting around either pack; and his hesitance about cricket creek bog — as he'd been told by a helpful traveller — was pleasantly unfounded. it wasn't half as terrible as he'd imagined. there were small mounds of loamy earth that kept him from having to trudge through the thickest of the muck and though he'd imagined the chirps of the crickets and other insects to be grating on his nerves he, instead, finds it to be melodious. it's softened and rather delightsome giving the bog — whose waters he are wholly surprised to find clean — a tranquil air.

if not for the looming presence of being stuck in the only neutral territory between packs hadrian might've considered sticking around the bog for a while. as it stood, being a lone wolf traipsing between the packs that border it on either side puts him on a cautious edge and the legionnaire has no intention of lingering.