January 31, 1372
After a good night's sleep, you feel amazingly revived and rested.
After a hearty and rousing breakfast, you are ready to take on
whatever this fell plane can throw at you. Like yesterday the sky is
cloudy, but it is not raining. The air is hot and sticky, with
virtually no wind.
You spend another day slogging it through the swamp. Once again
you encounter nothing which threatens you. Perhaps this Hell place is
not as dangerous as you had been led to believe.