Reaching the Bamboo Enclave
Lassim and Cirra, setting out early in the first rays of sunlight, traveled the swampy outskirts of the town. The well-worn damp road in and out of the town gradually gave way to a denser, more wild landscape.
They traversed along a raised path, a relic of the town's efforts—an effort spearheaded years ago by a Nature elemental spirit warrior they commissioned—to add connectivity through the Threads for non-spider folks; mainly merchants.
The pathway was a ribbon of damp, but solid ground amidst the mushy terrain, making their initial journey smoother.
Cirra, prepared for the muddier parts of their trek, wore waist-high overalls that seemed enchanted with a water-repelling array.
Lassim couldn't help but chuckle at her overly cautious attire. "You know, I can just create some ice footholds across the swamp when we get to the wetter areas, or just control the water to move out of the way," he remarked, his tone light and teasing.