The path continues on from the north side of the island, becoming a mixture of natural earthen berms and crude wooden walkways where the ground sinks below the tepid waters of the swamp. As you continue on, leaving the dragon to his meal, you soon hear quite voices again, again in orcish, sounding more then a bit scared. Another, smaller island is in the center of the path ahead, and several figures huddle together on it, seeming to be arguing with each other, armed with crude, jagged swords and axes.