Description
I'm growing very sick of the Sunken Marsh, [%NAME]. Those muck-dwelling boglings are surely the source of the foul odor that is permeating this camp. I would be in your debt if you were to exterminate some of them.
Dénouement
At last! The stench is finally dissipating. I know my relief will be temporary, as the boglings reproduce at an incredible rate, but I must thank you. For the moment, at least, I can breathe without gagging.