Whatever it was was obviously protecting the bog as well, irritating. At Albert's questions he just stared at him in flat annoyance, fortunately he could barely hear him or he'd have said the same thing. Too much headpain, he'll gripe later.

Lloyd just grunted, unable argue, and unwilling. This was not a place he could feasibly get through. Honestly he was lucky he was still conscious. Yes to the dragging, let's get out of this mess king.