Goubido quickly, but carefully, walked toward the last place he saw Jazzad and the blink dog. "Where?" His face contorted into a disparate mask of curiosity and confusion, anger and amusement.
[ooc: I'm a bit confused on how Goubido sunk in the muck but nobody else did. Are we crossing quicksand, or a bog, or an unsteady marsh, or sinkholes, or what? What is the terrain like?]