The Blackmarsh is a dreary place, so damp you can feel the chill in your bones. Leave your clothes out to dry for a week, and they'll still be cold and wet when you put them on.
I called Martan daft when he suggested we move there. "An awful place," he said, "but also a place where one can make a great deal of money collecting peat." By the Maker's soggy underclothes, he was right!
--From the journal of Vera, a seamstress