"Lamias do not attack our village, and we do not attack them, but if someone is alone in the marsh, they might get attacked, then eaten. The lamias are not like us, but...they are not...not like us. It is hard to explain. I think we have talked to them before, but it is better to avoid them. Safer that way." Kaleeth explained. She had to admit, she did not like the current state of affairs with the lamia, but there was nothing she could really do to change it, not at the current point in her life.

Eventually, the pair got to a point that Kaleeth recognized, so she became more quiet, and readied her bow. "Okay, we are close now. Let's keep a look out for prey, and predators." She explained, raising her nose to see if she could catch a scent on the wind. The marsh was a dynamic place, so it was often hard to track prey with how much it changed. Even scents could be suppressed by the marsh, though not to the extent as signs such as tracks. Nevertheless, she could get a general direction of where she thought a scent might be coming from, though it was vague at this point, and distant. It smelled sort of like a mix between an ogre and a crocodile, so it was possible that both were in the area. She started moving along more quietly, but still felt safe enough at the moment to ask another question in a lower voice. "Do you have advice for tracking I might not know?"

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By the time she reached the halfway point, Sabine was rather far from the village. At the speed she was running, she was making excellent time, so she had a bit of time to spare for her choice when the path diverged. One path, marked by a blue ribbon, seemed to lead to a shallow river. The area beside the river was very uneven and hard to walk on, but the river itself came up only just above Sabine's ankle, at the present point, at least. It was possible that the river could deepen later. The other path, marked by a red ribbon, was completely dry, at least by Black Marsh standards, but had thick reeds as tall as Sabine's shoulders. Those were the only two marked paths, but there was one other thing of interest at the intersection. Just as there had been one villager at the quarter way mark to observe her passing before returning to the village, there was another at the halfway mark. This time, however, he was not standing on the sidelines watching for her to pass, he was laying on the ground partially obscured by a bush, crying out for help in a pained, familiar voice. It was Tunxeek, and as Sabine ran closer, he looked up at her with a look of pain and desperation.