Felltree Marsh the hanged man

The young girl seemed just as nervous about this meeting as Chanterelle was, which put her at ease. She relaxed her body, loosening her muscles, and tried for a smile. When the girl mouthed her silent hello, she briefly wondered if there was something wrong with her hearing--mud in her ears? it had happened before--and cocked her ears forward. "Hello there," she said, her voice lightly accented with something lilting. Murkmire had been home to a host of canids, all who had their own accents from their own homelands, so Chanterelle's own accent was a strange hodgepodge of things. "Come to explore the marsh? Don't let me stop you."