Well, you're in it now. The swamp of confusion. The gasp of uncertainty. The spelunker's nightmare.
Beneath the MireYou're surrounded by the sounds of gurgling waters and the stench of rotting plants. The only thing that seems to be working in this place is your overly active imagination.
Beneath the MireAs you wander deeper, the sun sets, casting an ominous glow over the landscape. The air is thick with anxiety and unease.