Priscilla sloshed and pushed through the murky waters that covered the swamp floor with practised effort. Every now and then she would poke at the ground with her blade to check if it would hold fast beneath her foot. She could only grumble and groan as she cut a path through the dank undergrowth and damp foliage, looking back occasionally to check on her comrades, making sure the swamp had not swallowed them up. She did not like this place, these waters were impure and still. The water god did not dwell in these parts, these were the lands of earth and mud. Though she knew that the swamp was merely that, a swamp, she still felt in necessary to be wary for who knew what could be dwelling in the depths and dark hollows.

She turned back to look at the others and smiled, "Tis not exactly a field of daffodils is it?" She chuckled heartily as she pulled herself to a nearby bank from the water, inspecting her platemail with a disgusted grimace. "Let us try to stick to the drier land as much as we can. My plate will rust before we even get there at this rate." Her grimace turned to a look of surprise as she heard the sounds of splintering wood and rustling leaves coming from nearby. A great roar of oaken fury went up at a great tree creature emerged from the brush and advanced upon them, wasting no time at all. "To arms, friends! An enraged ent approaches!" She drew up her shield, held her blade out to the side and whispered a silent prayer to the water god as she saw the ent advance, preparing to dive away should it swipe.