The froglok nodded his great rubbery head, and it seemed calm and at ease, gone was the rabid monster passion that had only been there a few minutes before as it's gnarled monster cock blew frog cum into and on her body.  He waited for Tialyn to collect herself, and there was little she could do to clean up, now muddy and sticky with his slime and his seed.  Bathing in the fetid swamp water seemed little better of a choice.  But he kept to his word leading her in a direction she believed to be northwards.  He stopped once along the way and seemed excited to find a small cluster of mushrooms.  Carefully breaking them into two groups he devoured his half and then handed the other half to Tialyn before continuing on.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mental discipline check of 6 needed to identify the mushrooms  (1d10+2)</div></div><br/><br/>The travel through the swamps took longer because Tialyn tried to stay to the driest parts of the swamp, forcing the froglok to abandon the most direct route.  But eventually as the sun began to sink low, she noticed that the thick swamp was opening up some what, larger patches of dry land and broader swaths of water.  Finally the froglok stopped and pointed.  A settlement sat on stilts above the swamp, with buildings that looked to be inspired by both human and elvish architecture.<strong> "Rah-rahk-urk go no further.  Man city there." </strong>He pointed to the north where the swamps rose into forested hills,<strong>"Hot sands over hills.  This as far as Rah-rahk-urk goes.  Man hurt frogloks.  Hot sand hurt frogloks.  Our trade complete, you-man not lost any more.  Agreed?"</strong><br/><br/>The creature looked at her with those large bulbous eyes, as if confirming that it was free from their agreement.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/L1hlF1S.jpg)</div>