[Training] met at midnight in the hanging tree

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Amun sighed as his leg finally squelched out of the hole he'd stepped into. Glancing up at Maea, he grimaced. "The spirits we defeated were made of something tarlike. Maybe this is a lingering curse." Pausing, he clarified, "I don't actually think that, since the Voice would've dispelled it. I think it's just plain old bad luck. Or the swamp is out to get me" He snorted and shook his head.

Freed from his predicament, he picked his way over to the tree. Now that he was closer, he could see that what he'd thought were vines were actually ropes. Shivering, he circled around it part of the way, careful not to step too close. "Well, this is a pleasant ambience." He rubbed his hands up and down his arms.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid