There's a dull thump as the boat bumps against the dock, the vessel rocking as everyone disembarked. At Muineth's suggestion it didn't take long to pull the boat further up and beach it even though everyone that helped wound up with soaked legs as you could only tug so far from up on the dock. Off in the distance you all could see the boat, the sailors and settlers finally calmed down as it moved off into the distance.<br/><br/>Magnhild found little resistance from the grindylow as she tied it's arms behind its back and shoved it into a sack, beyond it being limp and unresponsive. The sack, then tossed over her shoulder squishes and shifts with every step the large woman takes as the unconscious prisoner is bounced and slid across Magnhild's back.<br/><br/>Old and faint tracks did run along the path but at best they were weeks old. The newest of them was partial footprints that came from the water some dozen feet or so from the dock and headed towards the settlement, anything more was hard to tell anything clear as they were scuffed and overrun by something sliding along behind the prints.<br/><br/><br/>At one point Seven canvas pavilion tents were set up outside the building wall, each of them large enough to shelter two to three people. But all save two of them have collapsed do to wind, rain, and lack of maintenance. The two that remain standing lean haphazardly and haven't been entered in a long time if the grass growing around them is any indication. It's obvious they were temporary shelters as you can make out basic supplies within the collapsed tents.<br/><br/>As your group draws closer to the batch of shelter there's movement from one before with a squeak a squirrel zips out of one collapsed tent and dashes away towards some trees.