You are back on the march soon after the grey dawn, still heading south and skirting the edge of the fens to your right. At noon, though, the swamps spread out before you, blocking your way. Kadlian takes flight, and returns a short time later to say that you should head east, as the main bulk of the swamp is to the west and south.
This you do, again keeping the marshes to your right. The afternoon march is uneventful, and shortly before you stop for the night the swamp curves south. At this point you come to a trail running north-south. As it is heading in the direction that you want to go, you decide to follow it tomorrow.
"How far away is Beauty's destination?" Logan asks, rather bored.
"I wouldn't have minded kicking some troll butt if I knew the alternative was walking so much, unless you have something better in mind, Beauty ?"
"Ain't that bad," Furgh says, cheerfully.
Early on in the trip, he managed to convince one of the treants to let him sit up in its branches, where he has ridden quite comfortably the entire trip, chatting with it.
Beauty gives Logan a suspicious stare. "I'm not saying .
"You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me." she adds smugly, unaware of her plagerism but realizing it is a really witty thing to say.
"Whatever you do on your own time, toots, is your choice, of course if it involves me all the better. Regardless, how long until we get you to where you want to be ?" he asks, with an amused smile at her retort.
"I do not know, Logan, for I do not know where her destination is."
"Well, I am really new to this area, so Beauty, where are we going and how long until we get there?" he asks with a smile to Beauty.
"I'm not going there anymore, so it doesn't matter." she replies, crossing her arms and staring at Logan.
"So, why are we going south then?" Logan inquires, thoroughly confused.
"Because," Beauty replies smugly.
"Rrrrr," Logan growls at Beauty, but says nothing more.
"Because that is where our task lies."