Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170301125240/@comment-28358106-20170303050405

Hex flutters through the swamped copse, making sure Marcus is never out of sight. Onward they go, deeper into the mire, far from shore, until finally she pauses.

"Hold on...I think this is different. Let me see..." She flutters over to a tree and breaks off a sizable branch. Floating out in the middle of the water, she sticks it down. It appears to be just under waist deep for Marcus.

"It's okay here...it's more solid here than back towards the shore. You should be okay, I think..." She stops and looks around.

They are in the middle of the old town. A few standing timber beams are all that are left of the wooden houses, but they are not the only thing here. Several stone structures, larger buildings, surround them, covered in a carpet of moss. In front of them, a short distance away, the huge tower of an old church looms, a dark sentinel in the watery forest. Crickets chirp, and a turtle slides off a log and paddles away.

Hex shivers. "T-t-this m-must be the p-place...it l-looks like an old town, that's f-for sure..." Her eyes grow wide and her teeth chatter.