Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170301125240/@comment-28358106-20170303011029

The woman gasps and stares at the bag of coins as Marcus and Hex leave. Hex turns and looks over her shoulder as they make their way to the swamp.

"I'd that she'th pleathantly thrurprithed," Hex says with a mouthful. "Leth hope she findth a way to get her pieth to Thameria before they get too cold. Or maybe she could thip them frothen?" She says, swallowing.

They make their way through wild woodland for a couple of winding miles through dense woods and loamy undergrowth. The signs of the wetlands are all aroumd them; crickets and frogs are beginning to make their nightly chorus, fireflies float lazily among the bushes. Solid ground gives way to soft, fertile byways. Moss covers every available surface. Soon, water shoots and cattails poke their way up through the occasional puddle, until at last they come to the edge of where the swamp begins proper.

It isn't a dismal, rotting bog, but a verdant, still wetland, canopied by trees and surrounded by water plants. Ferns frame every sight, and moss dangles from willow trees, almost touching the water.

Hex stops at the water's edge. She gives a bit of a shudder. "So, this is it...I have to say, this is pretty gloomy. Didn't that guy at the inn say there used to be a town somewhere around here?"

As Hound looks deep beyond the tangle of trees that jut from the water, he can make out some looming shapes in the distance.