You slip and slide into a wet and grimy area that is deeply warm and musty. You can see that there is more fertile land to the west, and more of the same deserted lands to the south. It all seems to end with cliffs, but you can't be sure.
A hiss of laughter finds your ears as you look around. A flash of white stumbles into view. "Greetings," she says. She is a large, lean wolf with deeply red eyes. "Welcome to the mindless mire," her laughter permeates as she speaks. "I see you're wandering through it. I don't recommend it, of course, unless you're mad."
She seems oddly happy at your inability to choose. But she soon says, "I'm Majakulix, by the way, if you get lost... well, I say, always head to the west, you'll find fertile land soon enough. Good luck, wanderor. Don't get lost."
With that, she goes.
Head into the Mire
Go West and Leave the Mire
