Witch's Marsh You are paying for that snake to be dry-cleaned

Not verra sneaky if ye're making all that noise, Pyg teased, grimacing as he sank down into the muck himself. God, it would take ages to clean up from this! What on earth was he doing here, anyway? I actually have no idea, he replied, laughing, eyes rolled skyward. I'm beginning to regret it.

If it had been a place with less smells to deal with, he might have scented the other girl's approach. As it was, he was wholly focused on the sneaky lady before him, a slight figure within the mud.

As for Pygmalion, he was about chest-deep in the stuff; he lifted his chin to survey her with a curious expression. Ye got a name? he asked, thinking of Bhediya and her non-moniker. Noniker. Heh. He'd have to save that for the next time he saw her.