"Well son of a *****. This place have one of those weird long night things? And also, did you say Turians earlier? Like...the military guys? Kinda avian looking?"
I wander a short distance from the outpost and into the marshes, a full moon lighting my way. Finding a hardy tree stump pokeing out of the murky water, I climb on, and start to meditate, listening to the sounds of the swamp.
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