Sometimes it's hard to remember details of those early days and other times they haunt me. There were snakes in the pits but I was ready for them after those frogs.
I step back to avoid it lashing out at me. Are those vines? As the others approach behind me I see the pool of brackish liquid she's being drawn into. Fool of a Rouster for getting caught so easily.
I light a torch. "Emile, Albion; carefully scout the near vicinity."
Now. Cut or burn her out?