"Quite. The Blackwood forest reminds me of stories my parents told me of Black Marsh. I mean, it is right on the border, so the forest isn't too different from the outer marshes. A lot of humans say they don't like marshes like this, but I think it is wonderful." Swims commented as he joined Veria by the river and refilled his waterskin. While she was able to get straight in, he couldn't really do the same thing. Even for an Argonian, swimming in heavy metal armor was not an easy task. He would need to clean his armor eventually, but for the moment, he just wanted to relax. Swims began the long an annoying process of removing his armor piece by piece, undoing each of the straps and placing the pieces somewhere they would not get muddy. Eventually, he got out of his armor and down to his loincloth before finally joining Veria in the water. 

Swims dove beneath the surface of the river and looked around for a few moments at all the life around them. His eyes were more well adapted to seeing underwater than a human's, so he could see fairly clearly. There were fish of all types swimming at a safe distance away from them, with kelp and algae growing from the riverbed. His gills meant he could remain under the water indefinitely, but unfortunately, it was not the same for Veria, so he eventually surfaced to talk to her. Swims floated on his back alongside her, then turned his head to her. "You know, I wonder if we should visit Black Marsh eventually? I would love to see the Argonian homeland. It's just that the marsh tends to swallow up ruins, so it is kind of hard for adventurers like us to find our riches there."