The Swamp Things - The Rebur Report

by Enessa Saeness

Rebur

I don’t want to talk. So, I shall put my thoughts down here for you, darling.

Well, I guess you could say we did it. Your swamp here is disgusting, a fetid, stinking, squelching haven for predators and filth, but most of us managed to make it out alive. That’s probably a win.

Did you know anything about the hags? How long have you been in Drynna? Because Drynna sure fucked these poor wretches over with their ignorant prejudice. But it was not this Drynna that did that, it was the Drynna of twenty years ago. So, the one responsible, Berithia, had to die. You don’t carry on the cycle – the innocent should not bear the cost of their forebears’ failure.

Berithia already killed her own sister and we found out the third was dead some time back as well. So, they’re all gone now. More lives, lives which could have been powerful forces for the benefit of everyone if people could just open their minds, snuffed out.

But your fishy little town will be alright now, my dear Rebur – and make no mistake, you do all carry that smell with you. All the time. No wonder the Sahuagin come for you, they could hardly not with that odour.

But we should not forget those we lost. The two villagers who were killed by Gnolls, the five who died on the way back from Bel. The poor folk on the Northern Dock who were killed by the Sahuagin.

God, so miserable, Enessa! This is why I didn’t want to talk. I don’t like death. I’m not used to it. Not yet. The mission, if it could be called that, was a success. The sickness afflicting Drynna has gone. I accept the praise for that. Thirty people from Bel are safe. I accept the praise for that. I shall not accept praise for anything else.

And do you know what? Nor should you.

Yet whatever is next…these people…strange as they are, you are right about them. I know you will know more about them than I do, that is your way – but you were right to persuade me to stick around. Ussi and I have found…well, we’ve found people we like being around. People we trust. So, thank you. Again.

I presume you will keep this as you keep every piece of correspondence, you strange man – so I shall sign it formally for you, so you can sell it when we’re famous. And many, many more lie dead.

Your indebted friend
Lady Enessa of Den Saeness

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