The swamp seemed large and sinister. It was daytime, but already it felt like twilight. A myasma rising from the moist ground, engulfing everything. There was a path leading inwards, but it was swallowed by wet moss, small pools and dangerous sinkholes all around.<br/><br/>Having walked just an hour or two, Sionn was just about lost in the terrible bog. From where she was standing, there were at least three directions to take. North underneath a stony outcropping. East, wading through knee-high deep murky water. Or south going into a section with larger trees and vines.