Witch's Marsh My mirror says I could use a break

whether the fawn colored woman had meant it as a joke or not, skylla snorts with amusement at her words all the same. well, skylla drawls in a breath and a following cringe as the stench of the tepid waters and mud hit him full force. rest assured that any marsh mystics will only come after me. but he wasn't too worried.

nevertheless, it's true. skylla replies. i am not from these wilds. not that it was an excuse but again, it was the truth. tell me which was is your woods and i'll be sure to avoid it. because he wasn't looking for trouble.