Will you save my life? Or just say goodbye?

Magnus couldn't wander around the Armada looking for answers or clues anymore. It was proving to not be very useful and so he decided to look outside of the Armada. Instead of going to the place Sirius had said he'd found him, Magnus decided to look elsewhere a little bit farther away. Choosing to go around the Ashen territory, he took the long way despite the extra strain it took to hobble there on three legs. His companions were close should he need them, however he seldom used them for balance or support. If anything, they were to hunt and warn him. Today, they were mostly along for protection.

Something seemed strangely familiar about the swamplands as he trudged through the cold marsh. He couldn't place when, where, or even why but pressed on anyway. Unfortunately, the colder air caused the muck to become a bit stickier and it was a struggle for the aging man to continue. Sighing as his companions offered support through the swamp, he collapsed as he was finally free from its grip and landed on the solid ground with an audible thud. Wincing, Magnus pulled himself together and scooted away from the mucky water and to the base of a tree to rest.