Jack groaned a little at the prospect of having to get up and start walking again. Sleeping with his arms out to his sides, strapped to a dead tree had not at all been recuperative.
A very displeased look rolled over his eye, as it rolled back in his head slightly, as he turned it languidly toward the elderly bogling to his right.
"I knows ye din' git pinned ta' us as a guide or nuttin..." he drawled "...but could ya poin'us at de dryer side o' the swamp? Maybe one with a place an ol' fart an' his bear could git a lil' cleaner?"
The old bogling looked over at the old man with equally languid head tilt, then let out a huff.
EASIER WALK ANYWAY. he muttered. NORTH SIDE MORE DRY. STONE POOLS. GOOD FOR SHAMELESS TREE MAN AND RUMMAGE-GUT 'FRIEND'.
He shot the old bogling a filthy look and raised an eyebrow before smiling at him, just moments before panicked shrieks erupted from closer to the lake edge.
LAKELORD!!! LAKELORD COME!!!
Loosh rubbed his brow, then double taked at his pipe, before begrudginly putting it away.
WE GO NOW.... he groaned, pointing toward the East-North-East, past the village. .. BEFORE GET WORSE.
Jack furtively shot a glace back at the lake, then at the trees, and made no complaints,.
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[INTERLUDE]
As the majority of the party departs, minus Dularach, th lakelord sloshes its way out of the depths of the lake, and onto the muddy emankment, eager to see what it was the boglings had staked out for it. As the sentries retreated in panic at the unexpected daylight appearance of the monster, the party exits the area to the East North East.
Nobody bothered to find or untie Skye.
While the lakelord made a beeline for the tied up swordsman, it wallows over Dula's burrow. In a flash, 8 giant hairy legs erupt from the hole, and just as suddenly, half the lakelord vanishes into the ground, the remaining bit flopping angrily in the air.
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