Mystics would help people like that? Ne'ik shifted around on his cot some more, trying to find a spot that wasn't lumpy. No, he must be lying. Don't fall for their trickery. You know what happened last time.
Ne'ik sniffed and lay down on his cot. Arguing with a Mystic about this is not going to be worth it. He rolled onto his side, facing away from the three Mystics.
"It's a Blighting mess." Ne'ik grumbled, sitting up. "I'd be surprised if I didn't catch any number of filthy Mystic diseases just by breathin' the air of this place."
By the way, Fadran, I did end up beating Hornet after about an hour of practicing my pogos! Thank you so much for the advice. I really couldn’t have done it without you!