The scent of swamp was pretty unmistakable, even when it wasn’t attached to Beck’s rotten form. Bast seemed to have either gotten over his grudge against Tanglefuck or at least have acknowledged that the rest of the members weren’t awful, but the more likely answer was that he just couldn’t feel anything and therefore couldn’t actually feel any of his prior resentment towards the place. So, as he arrived on the border to consider this stranger, it was with indifference. ”Yo. Yeah, that’s fine and all. Anything in particular you need, or...?”