You've been in the Deepwood long enough to spot the nearly imperceptible signs of safe footing. There is an intricate map drawn into the surface of the swamp, only visible to those who have spent too many days in these cursed woods.

Unfortunately, most of those following you have never set foot beyond the city gates. Though your instructions are clear, you inevitably hear a cry. One of Bastone's survivors has fallen off the path. You sharply command everyone to freeze where they stand and rush toward the gurgling cry.

By the time you get to him, the man's head and arms are all that remain above the surface. Roots pulse around him. Perhaps he didn't misstep. Perhaps the Deepwood hungers. You can try to free him from the oily bog, but he is too far off the path. Perhaps one of you might be able to reach him.