At the mention of 'easier', Natya's eyes lit up. "That sounds like an improvement to me. Definitely better than wading through the river."<br/><br/>It takes some time to make it back out to the main road, and head along the outskirts of the swamp, to find the old, worn away trail that Rimeera recalled; known as the Witch's Walk, it was rumored to lead straight to the shack of Old Megus, the swamp witch. The trail was heavily overgrown, compared to the others they'd taken; it looked like it hadn't been used for months, but it was heading int he right direction to get them to the shipwreck, at least.<br/><br/>Finally, the road came to an end, a sagging one-story shack sitting in a clearing, its walls dingy with age and encrusted with lichen and fungus. A partially collapsed shed sits just to the northeast, while small pouches, twisted knots of feathers, and dangling wind chimes made of bones hang from branches and roof edge alike. It seems the rumor was true.