Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-25808351-20200424211902

As the three talk amongst themselves, a break in the rolling fog reveals a rickety, old wooden bridge that seemed to go into the swamp. The bridge was narrow, allowing single file parties to move, and elevated off of the murky water and mud. A tiny, coal colored lantern hung from a post, a faint violet candle flame flickering in it.

They could not see the end of the bridge, as it faded into the darkness of the bog.