With mud wrapping its way around their wagon wheels, they managed to break through the boglands without incident. They passed a run down tower as they went. Once more, it was nothing but a mound of bricks.
"Found more rocks for yer, Vale," Silverfish said, pointing at the pile of rubble. "What's that? Few hundred years old? Some King live here, did he? Haha!" He laughed at his own joke. Vale had fallen into the habit of explaining certain things that they encountered, explaining around the history of them when she could. Of course, Silverfish had quickly seen it as a weakness to poke fun at, and he didn't even try to hold back from doing so.
