Jolly you have no difficulty in retracing your path back to the trail. Carefully looking about and seeing the coast clear, you quietly lead the group to the safety of the trail.
Everyone falls into a single file line, with no one anxious to walk at another’s side and risk straying beyond the trail’s edge.
After walking on the trail for about an hour, firm ground around the trail gradually gives way to wetland, with tall sword-shaped leaves of swamp plants dotting deep, mist-smoking bogs.
The trail itself begins to blur as the fog-bank builds around it.
“It’s never been this bad before”, Beyla murmurs…
Soon Beyla reaches out and touches your shoulder, pointing through the fog “There it is, my entrance to the Barrowmaze”. She indicates a large crypt with a closed iron door.
You easily guess that the entrance is some 30-40 feet from the trail.
Whatever lies waiting in the mist has chosen to remain hidden thus far.
What do you do?