The droning and the heat of the jungle hit almost all of them hard. It wasn't ten minutes before the familiar fatigue that the humid heat brought on returned. There was at least solid ground here, unlike Black Marsh, but it was far from even. Not even the road was smooth enough not to catch one's foot on the occasional root.

"Ah, I see," Janius said, not sure if he should laugh or feel bad for Colours. In any case, he extended his hand, "My name's Janius- er..." Janius realised that he had extended a hand that would match Colours' wounded palm, so he switched hands quickly. "Have you been part of the clan for long? What is it like?"