[color=yellow]"Well... if you want to be remembered about how it is to... explore the wilderness et cetera... then the first step is to stop this senseless singing. It's not part of any [i]usual[/i] adventure, so you'd contaminate your own memories by continuing doing it. Alright ?"[/color] An-Hasst grinned behind both ears, revealing his large and quite sharp teeth towards Ursaren and being perfectly aware of his bluntness.

The Skayleigh didn't like the swamp. His feet dug into it until the murky water was up to his waist - which was situated a considerable lot higher than those of the others. The distance itself did hardly impress him, but the swamp rapidly developed into a major annoyance. An-Hasst's mood ultimately hit the point when he yelled at Calanon, asking if he'd allow him to sit on Brogach's back again. Not that the Skayleigh expected 'yes' to be a probable answer. Others likely would become eager to raise themselves to that level of comfort as well.

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