Welcome to Ghost Town

Unfortunately, his warning didn't come soon enough and he saw the white and slate brute come to a hard stop as he hit the loose, muddy ground only to fall forward right into it. Remus grimaced and trotted over in his direction to help. By the time he reached the stranger he was back out of the worst of it, but his paws had gotten the worst of it and gotten stuck in the quicksand itself. "Hold on, hold on, I've gotcha," he reassured the older man as he got up along side him and reached for one of his trapped forelegs and started slowly pulling it diagonally through the quicksand, slowly moving it toward the surface as it neared the more solid, muddy ground. He made sure to keep his own paws well out of the reach of the tricky quicksand, but it did mean that his light slate blue fur around his toes was getting awfully muddy.

Once one paw was freed he moved around to the other side to help with the next and within a few moments the two-toned man was free again—if a fair bit dirtier for the experience. "Quicksand is tricky stuff, huh?" he mentioned with a chuckle as he moved away from it back onto more solid ground behind them. Once they were well away from the patch he had gotten stuck in he turned his ruby and emerald gaze back toward the other man, asking, "You alright?" It didn't seem like he had gotten hurt, just some mud to the face and chest for his troubles, but he wanted to be sure. "I'm Remus, by the way. Remus Armada. Nice to meet you." He was always the worst about remembering to introduce himself so at least he remembered to this time before he got to far into things.

"Remus Armada"