"Where do you think it's taking us?"
"Don't ask me. I don't know."
A young man and a Gyrraptor picked their way through the mountain woods, following a light. This was usually the kind of thing that gets a plucky adventurer killed. Mercury had pointed it out, even. They'd read enough books. It was why they were out on this adventure in the first place, really.
But how many witch lights spoke to them? That generally didn't happen. Though sometimes it did, because it wasn't swamp gas but an actual witch, in which case they were probably in real big trouble.