Felltree Marsh [m] alive!

The coast.

He was enchanted by the idea, truthfully. He might have asked after more details but suddenly he was being approached. The young man had no good sense to move aside. Instead he stayed still.

Right up until Tybault used his weight to throw him into a tangle.

The mud was not so terrible when he was down in it with another. Close. So close. Why had the man done this, he wondered. If he had meant harm it would have been easier to turn teeth instead of body weight.

So Dagur chose the stupid route of taunting the man who held the upper hand.

Heavy man.

All the while a shit-eating grin had settled on his face.

Some part of him wished it was the dancer instead. That part of him squirmed and recoiled inside of himself. Entirely uncertain what to do with that emotion.