"Hah, they're weaklings, simple quest, easy money! I'll just cross this bog here and shortly after there'll be the entrance to their lair. They'll never know what hit them!"
3 hours later...
"So we gitz 'er here, boss, all stuck an funny soundin'"
"P.. please.. help.. me... I'm sinking!"
"Tie 'er up boyz. And winch out. Boss sayz da harlot goez to da breedin' pitz!"
"What!? No!!!" *She thrashes around, trying to shake goblins off her... and sinks slightly deeper...*