Lucrecia nodded simply as Ramon continued preparing the spearheads for something she did not understand and was personally only adept at clubbing things with what little strength she had. As the group left the hut Lucrecia’s perception of the dead bullywugs made her almost turn from a natural dark complexion to a green one. The sorcerer was squeamish and given that she only had rations to eat she was about to give up her breakfast. She attested frogs and insects to the fullest as the sight of a few dead ones below confirmed that.<br/><br/>“Disgusting. Dead or alive!” The sorcerer protested getting far away from it.<br/><br/>“You were busy.” Quinn brushed shoulders will Ramon acknowledging his handiwork following closely behind him like a shadow through the swamp while Lucrecia fell behind avoiding everything.<br/><br/>“If you don’t keep up you are going to fall into a trap.” The cleric scoffed.<br/><br/>Right after she said that Lucrecia was swallowed whole by a shambling mound that emerged from a swampy tree trunk almost blended in like moss. A scream barely made it out and suddenly the mound was on fire from the inside and out. It was unnecessary to intervene as shambling mounds were prone to fire and a seventh level fireball was more than enough. Clearly a velvet red carpet was not rolled for the rest of the journey.<br/><br/>“How much longer are we in this swamp, I hate it here!”<br/><br/>“Well...we are avoiding the roads! Surely this is better than being prisoners of Mythra.” Quinn shouted over at Lucrecia who was still far away and grumbled the rest of her sentence, “What a pain in my backside.”<br/><br/>While it seemed like the two women got along it was more or less that they tolerated one another. Everyone is unique in their own special way but polar opposites existed which is what Ramon had to deal with.