Re: Duskmourn Marshes
Whiteheart came in, struggling to limp through the marshes as mud sucked on his legs, making it harder than ever to manouver his lame leg. Well, hopefully his closeness to the ground might aid him to find otherwise-hidden ingredients. Crawling bugs, mushrooms growing from the rotting bark and roots on the ground, maybe fallen berries? The shadowy warrior pressed on, determined not to be cursed by neither Percival nor Nick.
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