and on to the glory at my right hand
Ronin has done his best to make his steps smaller so that Flora won't be forced to hop in his wake, and unfortunately he's already speckled with mud along his legs and across one shoulder; such are the dangers of wandering through a swamp. "You're always welcome," he says with a smile over his shoulder, only to have to cringe his head away as Sugar tries to shove her cold snout in his ear. "He came to see me the other day, you know."
Glancing forward again and sighing at the state of the void-infected Feverlands, the Knight leads them around a particularly boggy area, holding out a hand in case Flora wants to take it and steady herself. "Have you ever seen the Hanging Tree before?" he asks, nodding as said tree starts to come into view, more horrific than ever. "There are a lot of stories about this place, and none of them good."
Glancing forward again and sighing at the state of the void-infected Feverlands, the Knight leads them around a particularly boggy area, holding out a hand in case Flora wants to take it and steady herself. "Have you ever seen the Hanging Tree before?" he asks, nodding as said tree starts to come into view, more horrific than ever. "There are a lot of stories about this place, and none of them good."
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