Otatso Wetlands the time's come to play

What Runt said was in jest, or so he would've perceived it had he been in a proper state of mind. But instead Njal just nodded, taking her word as a vow against the treachery the lone wolf could have perpetrated. The world was beginning to swim around him now - or maybe not swim, but just, get gradually more blurred. He hadn't been smacked on the head during the fight, had he? Tripped, fallen, anything?

Njal couldn't remember. His mind wandered a little bit - until Runt spoke again, to which he shrugged. Tired? Yeah. Pretty tired... he slurred, on cue with a yawn. As his jaw snapped shut and he shook the impending drowse from his head, Njal tried to lift himself from the mud. It gave a wet slrrpk sound as he freed himself of it. I should... Go to bed.