Hours passed with the muddy trekking through the swampy bog, accompanied by the oddly settling smell of murk, until the group trudged onto solid ground. The old man of the group released a heavy sigh of relief as he shook off his boots, freeing them from a majority of the clumpy mud and grass, and he continued with the small squad of adventurers through the marshlands. Ursaren took everything into consideration while he was wandering with this group, from the damp fog to the ravens overhead. Ursaren loved this sense of adventure that he was so long without, and was very jolly to him being able to experience it again. Not before long though, the group would be confronted by a band of wood elves.

[b]"Hello!"[/b] the priest exclaimed when he met the squad of elves. He always admired the elven races for their dedication and wisdom when it came to the physical plane and the magical plane, and these elves were no different. Verya even looked like a distant relative of one of Ursaren's old pals, but she was long since dead so she couldn't have possibly been related to her. The elder was going to continue talking but then he noticed that the rather shady fellow - Settionne - was attempting to flirt with the head of the elves. Blasphemous was the first word that came to Ursaren's mind, because if this was the case that she was related to the old companion of Ursaren, this hooligan should not court this fine woman. If the time came where she was becoming annoyed at Settionne's actions, Ursaren would intervene. Verya then spoke up about there being troubling news, which, yet again, excited the priest. [b]"What sort of troubling news is it my comrade?"[/b] Comrade was an amazing word, and Ursaren loved it.

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