The longboat, once loaded, silently makes its way to shore.  The oars of the crew have had cloth wrapped around them to muffle their passage, though it increases the effort of the hearty men considerably.  The shores become darker and more mysterious as they get closer - large gnarled trees poke up through a mist that seems to slide over the damp ground.  The boat makes its way to a solid-looking sandbar that extends out from a small penisula.  The crew puts on a burst of speed to drive the nose of the shallow boat onto the bar, then hops out to help the heroes disembark, all in silence but for the small splashes of feet into water.<br/><br/>In moments, the longboat is ready to push off again, leaving the heroes in a greater silence and for the moment only a narrow path into darkness.  Their guide was to meet here, but there is of yet no sign...