Felltree Marsh all i wanted was a pepsi

This was no mans land. No secrets to be found, no tresures hidden from eyes who dare wander this sinkhole. Nothing but mud, branches, and more mud.

But oh—! The hell was that? A glint of gold admist this dreary hell? Abel had to get a closer look.

Bending to slip beneath a fallen tree, he could now spot another poor sap the rotten earth threatened to swallow. Scarred in the face. His reason for being here could be anyone's guess.

Wasn't expecting to see anyone out here. It felt strange talking to a stranger. Hearthwood living had coaxed him to speak more, if only a little.