Witch's Marsh well i didn’t tell anyone, but a bird flew by

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@Donovan Azura

It’s only been a few days and Cenric was already out searching for his brother. He left at the break of dawn, telling @Célnes’s he’d be back later. He wasn’t sure if she’d heard him; the goodbye was rushed. He was eager to find Kendrick alive or dead. The sooner they knew what had come of him, the sooner they could leave.

By the time the evening rays kissed the earth, the Déorine was knee-deep in the mud of a marsh. It seemed innocent enough when he first arrived; there wasn’t enough dirt to cause concern. By now he was regretting coming through here. It smelled awful, his fur was ruined, and he could barely move through this place. If there was any trace of Kendrick here it was masked by all the filth.