The smell of rotten fish and refuse intermingle to form a solid wall

that strikes your senses. Some large creature has dug a large cave out

of the mud underneath the bridge and taken up a disgusting residence.

You can tell by the stacks of rotten and dead fish that this has been

a home within the past week, and a twing in your stomach reminds you

that they may return at any moment.

north, you almost make out a dark muddy hole in the ground.