Some hours later, after a change of the watch, some eating and resting all around, the river spills out into a lake. Maura spots the island first, and quickly calls everyone out, to discuss a plan.<br/><br/>A low, mossy island of mud and peat protrudes from the marsh waters ahead. Two gnarled trees grow fitfully on the rugged ground, and sprawled across their turgid roots is the ruined and bloody remains of a horse-sized owl. The once magnificent bird's body has been partially dissolved in places, and swaths of foul, dark-green fluid still sizzle and pop, eating away at exposed flesh and bone.<br/><br/>Draiss is aware of a pair of draconian creatures, lurking in the water, nearby. Not dragons; related, but far more... foul.