Hoshor Plains i could’ve got a job at mcdonald’s, but i like curly fries

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Āzoniol swore that if there was one more misstep in a hidden mudhole, he was going to hurl himself into the closest lake he could find. The bottom half of his legs were nearly always submerged into foul-smelling mire and, as a result, became caked with dirt and unbearbly itchy. This deluge — this sudden flood of water that just came pouring onto land in the course of just a couple of days was going to be the end of this man's sanity soon.

The pale brute was too busy staring at the ground (which restrained his walking speed) and cursing to himself to notice where he was going — or if anyone was nearby — for that matter. The only thing on Āzon's mind right now was the desperate attempt to find dry land before he became batshit insane.