Witch's Marsh Don't want to run aground, your shores are safely found.

Fuck this fucking swamp, indeed. Sunhawk tittered nervously as he waited for the brothers to jump his bones. No brothers. Just a guy.

A guy with a weird leg.

Now, Sunhawk didn't want to be rude, but "Yo what is up with that leg?" blurted out of his piehole before he could stop it. He had two seconds to apologize or try to earn this guys' forgiveness and instead he brushed it off with an innocent grin and a blink of his stellar eyes. "Nah, I'm fine. Thought you were those creepy brothers that were chasing me - they didn't do that to ya, did they?"