Natya nodded. "It can't be worse than that horrible thing we just faced, right?" she asked.<br/><br/>Moving off the path, and into the swamp slowed them, considerably; the terrain was sticky, and the movement slow, but the tracks were fresh enough to follow without much difficulty. Eventually, working their way deeper into the swamp, they spot a small island, amidst the shallow, muddy water. A ten-foot-high mound of branches, logs, and reeds lies amid the trees here, nestled in a narrow, muddy clearing. Flies buzz and swarm around the foul-smelling mound of rotting vegetation. The tracks lead directly into the water, pointed straight at the small island.<br/><br/>(DC 15: Nature/Survival: The structure is artificial in construction.<br/>DC 15: Perception: A large pile of animal bones is heaped along the south side, near what appears to be an entrance.)<br/>