[color=8dc73f][h3]Mission: Blackmarsh[/h3][/color]

As the Wavehalk approached the Blackmarsh, the smell of fetid water, mixed with the occasional burst of fragrance from flowering plants, replaced the brisk, fresh air from earlier.  The fisherman slowed the pace to barely a crawl as the water became shallower and more difficult to navigate.  A cool mist grew steadily thicker, obscuring the way forward.   Not far away something splashed in the water at the approach of the boat.

Soon enough, the captain stopped the craft completely as it's bottom was beginning to scrape the muck.  "Can't get ya in no further.  You'll have to go a foot from here..." he said apologetically.  But as he looked into the forbidding mists, he was glad enough that he wasn't accompanying them.   

"Best of luck to ya.  I'll wait for ya here."