The party immediately set off, driven by a single desire — to capture the criminal who dared to escape the pun

The party immediately set off, driven by a single desire — to capture the criminal who dared to escape the punishment of the baron and had let us on this unwelcome chase. We moved as swiftly as we could, but even the ground seemed to fight us — rock gave way to mud, mud which grew deeper as we marched on and seemed to grab at our boots. Even the wind began to rise, lashing at our cloaks, and a foul scent filled the air — sure signs we were heading towards the Narlmarches.