The wug marks your map

The wug seems set on dying rather than revealing the location of its village. Just as it begins to slump in your **** grasp its eyes fly open one last time and it cries out, "Map!"

You throw the wug to the ground and draw your bloody sword from its fellow. Leveling the pointed tip of the blade at the wug's throat you reach into your pack and draw out the rolled scroll of your simple map. You throw it and a coal pencil at the wug. It akwardly picks up both and studies the map before marking a black X near your current location. Less than three miles. He holds it up, his bulging eyes traveling up your naked body to look pleadingly into yours. The wug's pink prick remains at full attention.

"Good," you say, looking over the map.

Your eyes fall upon the little frogman once again. He is scarcely half your size and would be easy to slay, but he is not entirely broken.

"What of our bargain?" the wug demands.

"As to our bargain," you say, licking your lips and stalling as you consider. It would be easy to end this foul creature's life rather than subject yourself to depravity. Then again, you've quite grown to enjoy a little depravity now and then.