Arena

You head north along what passes for a path through the marshland; a tangle of roots ending in occasional spots of dry land. A few minutes later you find a large tree that sits on a bit of higher ground. There are plenty of sticks and a few good dry branches for you here.

In the distance, through the fog, you can see that the marsh seems to almost stop, as the ground rises in an island in the midst of the swamp land.

You figure that the land may be a better place to rest for the night, but wonder if you can even get back to Coryn in time for the two of you to reach the land without one or both of you falling into the swamp.

You glance at the sky to see that the sun has nearly set.