170 Trak

The water's rippling finally gave up and drifted away from the group. Doevm sighed. As the sun retreated behind the mountains, the swamp darkened, the fog thickened, and the air cooled. The cacophony of creatures' calls assaulted their hearing. "Why is it so loud?" Thomas asked from the back of the formation. "I can barely hear my paddle splash in the water."

"It's because of the creatures here," Frey responded before Doevm could even open his mouth. "Most creatures in swamps are nocturnal." He glanced over to a small collection of trees to the left of them, which formed a triangle-like outline. In the center were tangled roots poking out of the soil. "That place looks like a good place for shelter." Before Frey could paddle over, Doevm tossed a rock at the "roots", which promptly slithered away. "Or not," Frey said. He cursed. "I can't see anything in this fog. I wish I had some light."