The path stretches on for a while, that same haphazard combination of earthen rises and wooden walkways as before... but eventually, it seems you've chosen the right direction... Ahead of you, a wider wooden bridge stretches out over the swamp, the far end beyond the distance you can see through the fog. Sharpened spikes line each side, a skull impaled upon most of them. Atop on of the more recently deceased, a crow perches, absently picking at the rotting flesh, not seeming to notice your approach.