<div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6d/e9/0d/6de90d1da853b91fd7490f92818f5c2a.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">A fork in the road with no direction</span></span></span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/>With the bane of the Nova Marsh now slain there seemed to be a calm around the area. The slight mist that greeted the four into it's lair now rising and disappearing into the warm air. None could forsee what future the swamp would have but an evil had been defeated by their hands. With a good and thorough search around the area the group had amassed the coins and treasure the Hydra had horded from it's years in it's lair and had decided to make their back through the swamp.<br/><br/><br/>The journey took about three days to reach the outskirts of the Marsh, giving an idea of how far they must of travelled when Mistress Paleleaf offered them aid to traverse the swamp. The first day they had to brave the wilds of the marsh. Insects and humid heat were no friend to anyone but the second day was more successful finding a hillock of dirt they could seek shelter under, and replenishing food and water from trees and untainted springs. By the third day the water underfoot was getting shallower and shallower until solid footing had found them again. They were out. Muddy, tired and insect food, but they were out. Once back on the northen pass they took a moment to gather their bearings and surmised that to the road south led them back home, and the north road they would meet the Terr river and the Gloom woods where they knew an airship of some kind has crashed landed. The choice was theirs. <br/><br/></tt></strong></span></span></div>