After waving away all the Mud Swamp People, Haggs threw the unconscious Half-Fishman forward.
Lear looked at the sticky and foul-smelling Half-Fishman, then turned to the Swamp Boggart beside him.
"Wake him up and question him."
The Swamp Boggart nodded immediately and began to hum softly.
The elegant sound was soothing to the body and soul.
The unconscious Half-Fishman slowly came to.
His eyes were transfixed on the Swamp Boggart, his face full of longing.
He paid no mind to the fierce gazes of the surrounding warriors, as if only the Swamp Boggart existed in the world.
"Master, his soul has been enchanted by me. You can direct any questions to him."
The Swamp Boggart's gentle and crisp voice was like a tickling sensation on the heart, extremely pleasant to hear.
Lear nodded, staring intently at the Half-Fishman.
"What is the strength of your companions?"
The Half-Fishman dumbly replied.
