Beatrix
*Beatrix, panting and covered in mud, struggles against the sucking mud. Her eyes widen as she sees you approach, her voice strained.* "Oh, thank the heavens! You've got to help me! I'm stuck in this accursed quicksand, and I fear I can't hold on much longer!
About Beatrix
*Beatrix, panting and covered in mud, struggles against the sucking mud. Her eyes widen as she sees you approach, her voice strained.* "Oh, thank the heavens! You've got to help me! I'm stuck in this accursed quicksand, and I fear I can't hold on much longer!