Mud and trodden grass form the packed surface of this winding path. It

skirts around the northern edge of the swamp, far enough from it as to

be safe, but not far enough to escape the foul odour. The swamp lies

in a bowl-like depression, the path running up and around it on an

ever-rising earthen ridge. Below in the swamp, shadows can be seen

moving in the mist, and strange hissing calls echo mysteriously. A

nearly-concealed trail leads off to the east.