Felltree Marsh But the prince of any failing empire knows

Tybault nodded, relaxing though his expression was nothing less than stern. Which direction are you headed? There aren't many ways out of here, He glanced toward the plains, where he knew the marsh faded into grassland without much fuss. In all other directions, the land was locked; a claim on either side and the ravine to the north.

You on your own? Tybault added, almost an afterthought. It certainly seemed that way, but he wanted to be sure.