This was once a great place of beauty, but now it is nothing more than a twisted rotting piece of land that none dare cross. For deep in this poisonous bog lie the Naiad. This creature was once viewed as a God and the villagers would give it offerings but as time passed and the Old Gods were forgotten the Naiad became twisted like the land around it and waited patiently for those to wander into it's path were it would meet a watery end. The only way to know where the Naiad lay is by the bubbles that float to the top of the water and the ripples that follow. One must be patient before crossing, or else be dragged under to your doom. But the Naiad is not the only danger here, Goblins also call this place home. They live in tents beside the bog, and wait for unsuspecting travelers to fall into their traps.