Moist, and murky the bog remained. As you reach the outpost that description doesn't change seeing the bog gobbers swimming through the thick water, and fermenting goblins perched atop the outpost's walls.
A military outpost at the heart of the swamp, Swamp
the wall repairman
gobber
I am a small creature that lives in the bogs and swamps across the planet. I look for small bugs and things in the swamp to feed on. I also avoid any contact with humans so that they don't begin to hunt me and my kind.
Nothing to see here. Just oozing around, minding my own business.  Well, see here, I've been contracted to fix them here walls in this outpost, and you just might be in the way now, so just go about your business and I'll do my job alright? Ribbet! We picked that one up from frogs you know. God did not give us our own voice  Alright then... uegh... Gobbers... You don't look so hot to us either! Well, that's fair. Listen gobber, I'm going to start on this wall, and I beg you not to attack or nothin'. I'm the size of half a stunted snail. What do you think I am going to do to you?  You never know these days, you know? People comin' at ya with some of the wildest things. My uncle Jeffry was killed by a twig the size of my pinky nail! Well, in truth, it was the infection that killed him. But it's just the same. Ah I think I heard about him. Not sure I would have inserted it there myself. But then, I don't have one of those  You're alright, gobber, you're alright. Here, why don't you give me a hand here, you know, give this a shot? *falls off wall* hey! that's heavy! Oh... shoot, you know, I don't know my own strength there partner, sorry bout that. Here, I'll just take that back from ya.