Sneak Low

You believe going under the walkway may be your best chance of remaining unseen. You slowly move to the edge of the bridge's side and climb down to the disgusting waters.

They feel almost radiant with some kind of energy as the waters come up to the top of your breasts. You put your hands under the wooden path and work past the stilse holding it and go under. You move down the path, using your hands above you to push yourself a bit forward. You come to be right under the camp, hearing the moans of the poor woman and the clattering of the wood as the native thrusts into her violently. You push against a large rock to your right that makes up part of their camp sight and head to your left, further down the wooden path. As you pass under them a drop of white fluid hits you on the forehead. You wipe it off in disgust almost gagging tell you push on.

You continue forward under the wooden path tell the sounds return to echoes in the distance. You feel sick from the water. Whatever wastes or discarded magics were contaminating it, they were effecting you. You quickly slide out from under the wooden path and climb back on to avoid anymore poisoning.

You lay there, still dripping with mucky swamp water and feeling some kind of energy or radiation festering in your body from the neck down. It wasn't painful, but it certainly didn't feel good. Suddenly, something happens to you.