"She's not here," he told Dylas -- or, at least he assumed she wasn't. "Doubt she'd wanna be poking around in this place..."

The swamp was gross and muddy, wet and smelly. Their clothes were filthy. Reno ran his fingers through his bangs and flipped them out of his eyes, the long red hair draping off the side of his face.

"Those things over there, though..." he murmured, catching a glimpse of movement in the distance. Tentacles? Been there, done that, did not enjoy it.