An uncomfortable feeling, as though something sticky was touching me.

I have always hated the swamp.

I have absolutely no fond memories of the swamp.

I would dearly love to leave this dank, dirty and sickly place, but I don't know whether the Commander here will let me.

But if I am with a fantastic comrade like you, [%username], the vile zombies shouldn't be a problem any more.

You end the conversation.