Travel south east throught he Mire Flats

Climbing the foothills of the Dragon's Spine was nothing compared to trudging through the endless swampland of the Mire Flats. You have heard many tales of the perils of the flats and you can believe them. On your second day of journeying you feel like your entire body is caked in dirt, you've battled off bugs that you could slice in two with your axe, and you've certainly not had a decent night's sleep.

The mire willows form a dark canopy overhead so that you seem to almost be traveling through an endless, stinking cave. Your way through the swamp becomes increasingly restricted by the density of the willows.

The gnarled willow roots trip you up and their drooping branches entangle you. This strange wood becomes so dense that the omnipresent buzzing sounds of the insects becomes muffled. You are in a dark tunnel made from tree branches, the only sound your heavy breathing and the sloshing of your feet in the muck.

A branch catches your arm and you begin to pull, but you freeze in horror. You realize that a hand has taken hold of your arm. You turn, barely able to see in the dim lite filtering through the canopy of drooping branches, and see a figure standing behind you.

"Treetaker," a whispering woman's voice speaks and the figure steps closer.

You see her now as an exquisite beauty standing before you, her skin as fair and her figure as inviting as any girl in the village. Her modesty only preserved by a smattering of golden leaves and twigs that cling to her body. Her eyes are very large and dark, like the water of the swamp, her lips are full and inviting.

"Stay with me, treetaker," she says, and the hand that has gripped your arm slides up to carress your cheek.

She smells sweet, as if bathed in rosewater, and her other hand seeks your trousers. Her fingers brush across your groin.

"I will take you to rest," she says, her voice as if many are whispering at once. "We will lie down together. I will give you pleasure."

This strange beauty is obviously some spirit or creature of the wood, perhaps an elf or fairy judging by her pointed ears. Your body is flushed with desire and your weary muscles ache for a place to rest. Your mind warns you not to trust her hospitality.