Perhaps she should have been less blunt but it was hard now that she was away from the place, somehow having become accustomed to knowing the slightest disturbance of the water would have corpses rising from it, firing arrows or bearing cold iron in their hands.

"The corpses of the dead, they just came back, walked out of the water whenever someone happened to disturb it - and people here clearly do not go to the sea often, I know it was mud not sand but the struggle to traverse such conditions." Unable to help herself, she shivered, rubbing at her arms. "Then there were tales of demons too, more of those wisps. Oh and more demons from rifts when new arrivals joined us. A place I hope never to return to."