VaranisArano wrote: »Bastian swipes sweat from his brow. Immediately, his forehead beads up in the humid, fetid air of the deep Shadowfen bog. "Here I thought the Alik'r dolmem run was the worst suffering you could inflict on me."
Marcus Titus Alessian shrugs. "They say that dry heat is better. I was stationed in Blackwood when the Planemeld went down, so I feel right at home." He hasn't moved from his stool for the last two days except to use the small portable chamberpot right next to it. The last time he stepped away for a sponge bath, someone ran into their little camp while Bastian's back was turned and nabbed the nirnroot seedling he's guarding.
"Seriously, I'm going mad from that dumb plant's singing."
"You can go back to Stormhold without me if you want."
You know what? I think I will! I can't wait to stop at the tavern for an ale."
"Bastian, the last time I took you to a tavern, you ordered milk. The Nord bouncer nearly threw you out."
"Well..." Bastian splutters, looking around for the path. The swamp is dense and overgrown. All the trees look the same. Across the river, a crocodile sunning itself slides off the bank into the water with a ripple, and then all is still. "On second thought, maybe I'll stay. Someone needs to make sure you don't get eaten out here - they'd never find your body if I left."
"Thanks. I appreciate the company."
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