Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200209191941/@comment-25828117-20200211230214

When it didn't look like there was an alligator nearby Krem spurred his guar back on, causing it to make that weird little noise before getting advancing forward through the mud and bog once more.

The lights of the front line would be like a distant line behind them now. It was as if they were getting further and further away from everything that would be desirable at the moment. Warmth, light, safety...

Luckily, or perhaps Krem had taken it into account (who really knew with the mer), the moon was full with no clouds to hinder the pale light from showing them the way. Lanterns would be too risky at this juncture.

The crickets were still a universal fact of life here in the southern edges of Siltreen. That part of Deshaan people always forget to mention when they talked about the bountiful and lush green forests of the region. Not only was it now swarming with Laumer, it had always been naturally unpleasant due to its proximity to the harsh Black Marsh. Maybe they might even be attacked by Argonians. Who knew with that lot?