Felltree Marsh [m] alive!

The sounds of his own steps annoyed him. He could not imagine how much he might have disgruntled anyone who listened to it.

Eventually he managed to find a log big enough to stand on. A moment break from wading through unfamiliar terrain.

Only to see...

Was the body dark because it was covered in muck? Perhaps all of the stranger was meant to be golden. Dagur could not tell, but it hardly changed much of anything.

Instead he only tested the waters a bit with a deep puff of air. Did the other wish to interact further than exchanging stares?