You trudge through the mud of the marshes, fog obscurring the view and your cloak getting heavier as it drags behind you, soaking up murky water. Of course they never put treasure in easy, pleasant places. You sigh, wiping your brow and replacing the sweat with a smear of dirt by accident. Garian effortlessly strolls past you using magic to walk on the water's surface, his clothes and appearance remaining imacculate. He waits for you to catch up, making a face as he looks you up and down.
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