You keep moving through the mire, seeing that what Mesin told you was correct: now that it has been said, it does look like a lot of trees have been torn up or moved to piles away from the path.
"I am Quenners, protector of this place. Well, I used to protect this place. Now, however, I simply watch. I suppose it is better than what others do. Nonetheless, I wish more people would get this far." This comment makes you uncomfortable.
"Most before you wanted the opposite," you comment.
Quenners nods sadly. "I do not understand them. They are perhaps the primary reason that there are only a few wanderors that come this way. I would advise you to turn back, though, as the rest of the mire is deserted from this point on."
She turns around and disappears behind a net of trees that seem to be homes.
Keep Going
Head to the West to Escape the Mire
