[@Dark Cloud] You watch the Monkeys for a little while, swimming and playing. They nibble on the mosses growing by the staircase, swim languidly through the water, and seem able to stay at the bottom of the pool for an unusual amount of time.

You scampered round the corner into a corridor 5 ft wide and 10 ft long, kicking up sand as you do so. The walls and floors here are glowing in vibrant pulsating crystals, sometimes orange, sometimes purple. You can still hear the sounds of monkeys cheerfully splashing around. The dim pulse of the crystals casts some light into the dark chamber ahead, but the gloom of the cave remains obstinate.

[@POOHEAD189] Carl ordains to snort in your general direction. Best not to contemplate the beast's ill mood too much.

You collect a variety of supplies and while no cot is forthcoming, you do find a bedroll. With no backpack, you could fashion something makeshift with the rope to carry the bedroll comfortably. For now you opt to tuck it under an arm, rations in the pockets of your robe. 

The stream is a welcome companion as you set off on your journey. It is a small piddling thing, but the sound of it's quiet babblings brings a quiet comfort as you head southwards. The forest journey is uneventful, with the quiet chirping of birds a pleasant serenade. With time, this diminishes into an eerie quiet. There is no track but the ground starts to steepen. You find the origin of the stream peaking through the side of a hill, and as you crest the ridge, you find the Barrowlands waiting for you.

The forest encircles it, but you see the land blackening the further south it goes, breaking way to dead forest and eventually boggy swamplands. Before you, the tombs huddle together under the cool light of the morning sun, shunning it's reach. The Barrowmounds sit squat, keeping their dead and their secrets.

The ravages of time have left some tombs to collapse in on themselves. Others bear marks of being raided by adventurers in bygone times. Reclaimed by dying grass as some were, it was hard to be sure how many burial mounds lay below. Two dozen? More?

6 mounds lay in relative ease of reach. Climbing down the hill and into the Barrowlands would give you a better look at their condition.

[@rocketrobie2] You watch as three brilliant blue comets arc towards the bush, blasting holes through it's foliage until it is a twig of it's former self. 

Nothing particularly noteworthy happens, other then a nearby rabbit taking flight deeper into the forest. 

[@Duthguy] You collect some rations before stuffing every possible pocket with wands upon wands till your robes are fit to burst. You leave the despondent Carl and Marcus' victim behind you and set off into the great green yonder.

The forest is a calming enough place. You mind your step passed rambunctious roots and foray ever deeper into the woods. The canopy rustles quietly as sunshine dots the forest in beams of cool glow. Plants of all kinds reach upwards, ever ambitious.

It's not long before you spot a small pile of round droppings directly in your path. They're fresh. Prints mark the soft earth beside them, trampled leaves mark a recent passage. You could investigate, or head further in.