It's a beautiful night, the stars are shining bright, the view of the moons is to die for, and you're stuck trudging around in a marsh. You'd been hesitant to come here for sport, and each squelch of mud beneath your heels is a reminder why. Marshes are fucking disgusting, just like any other kind of wetland. You're thankful for the waterproofing you do to all your clothes, or else this would be at least ten, no, twenty times worse! But as dismal and damp as marshes are, there's something in this one that you want. And after much too long, you find it, approaching as slowly and quietly as you can.

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Dopo che si furon rifocillati, Arocle accompagnò i nuovi clienti nelle rispettive camere. « Domattina », disse, « quando vogliono essere svegliati, suonino il campanello ».