Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

37 begins to make good time now as he attunes to the cart. Though, Kalli and Stella need to take their time in the muddier parts of the path.

Dubdub ponders Meepo’s question, "I suspect a lesser goddess of some kind.", he answers after a moment. "The curse seems confined to the swamp. Since the waters outside the Mists show no signs of the curse, her power must come from the Mournland.", he says.

"The dark gods are above something like cursing a swamp. Perhaps a follower of the Shadow. It’s impossible to be certain of anything in here."

At Torhak’s words, the druid looks out into the swamp grimly, "I fear you’re correct, sir. The question is: do we wait till there are many, or do we deal with the ones we see?"

"Tarin is a surprisingly good tracker. We had hoped the threat of the creatures would keep them at bay. We’ve been through here a number of times and thought we could outfox them. Those beasts rarely come on shore in the day. At night is when they hunt.", Leith looks upon Virtue. "We know better than to drink the water…", he adds.

Virtue turns her head to look out the cart’s window. The bound goblin seems more lucid when she talks to Vice, though the croaking voice continues and Virtue does not seem to realize the situation she’s in, "We had to know for sure. Leith is very worried. I don’t see what’s wrong with it. It doesn’t taste bad. There’s something magical about it.", she says unconcerned, "And you still have your chakrams, I see.",

Virtue stares absentmindedly at the starless sky of the Grey, then looks back to the gnome. "You said you had a vision about… us?"