I thought we had nothin' to lose when we ripped our way into the mire. Now, with the cave collapsing behind us, I ain't sure anymore.

Our whole mission is screwed. Already lost a couple of scouts who meant to return two nights ago. They ain't coming back. Something got 'em and dragged 'em away. The only ones draggin' anyone around should be us!!
I ain't scared of nothin'... but somethin' ain't right. Is it this bloody swamp or withdrawal giving me shivers...?

Let's just grab our people and dip. Forget the scouting mission. I wanna drown myself in strawberry wine from good ol' Glennwood's End.