"We might get ambushed above water as well, but probably not often enough, so fair point. But if we get back to camp, you can see if the scouts have a bow and arrows to spare. It can't hurt to ask, anyway."

Korrin flashes a small grin at the thought of Araceli with a crossbow. "I've seen someone smaller than you use one, though he's a dwarf and much broader than your slender self. They'd be too bulky for my taste anyway, but had magic not manifested, I think I would have made a decent archer." She's still decent enough to give a Vashoth kid some basic lessons, so her skills aren't that rusty. That gives her a small amount of pride.

The Vashoth mage glances around the dark gloom of the mire and sighs. "Fucking mire is messing with my sense of direction. It's all starting to look the same, no matter where I look. Please tell me your internal compass is better at the moment." Hers is usually excellent, an added source of irritation now.