Sydon flinched, as Devageua lashed out at him. "Sorry, boss," he said, hanging his head. "It's... been a long, long month. I... sorry."<br/><br/>The others nod, grimly; fortunately, the rest weren't terribly talkative even in good times, so they didn't need to be told to keep things peaceful.<br/><br/>The group nods, and begins to fan out a bit, Sydon wading into the water, while the others stick to the shore line. The path leads away from the lake - one path leads west around the lake, one leads northeast, and another southeast. At the moment, nothing looked immediately hostile, the black swans dutifully ignoring the group, as much as they ignored the whirlpool.