Verdant Basin even in the darkness he's grasping for it

it's just knowing where to look... he offered soft, tentative. some string of fear now that the man would become a volcano again.

the path became easier the further they departed from the basin. magda wouldn't have to deal with this man. his yelling and screaming, scaring away all the frogs and birds.

this was a good deed.

sometimes good deeds just looked bad, right?

i bet you could cross the mountains before winter, if she's not around this part. it's less...boggy over there.

and he'd show him the way, as far away from here as he could convince him to be.