The swamp gets a bit darker but the trail is still as steady and well worn as before. The swamp is kept back by the wide edges of the path and you don't feel that intimidated. Before you can shriek, a rough hand covers your mouth and somebody whispers with a silk smooth voice in you ear.

   "Don't move!"

   You don't you feel the strength in the arm holding you, there is a hiss and a swishing sound, then the arm releases you. Staggering back, you finally see your captor who is standing over the remains of a huge steaming plant.

   Tall and slim, the elf shifts his arrows so that he can shake your hand. He grins lopsidedly at you. That was a meat eating plant, I don't think you want to get near it. You nod thanks and his blue eyes sparkle in amusement.

   "Watch your step here, it's dangerous." The wind blows his long green hair about him before he waves casually and saunters off.

    As you watch him go, you realize that there is a small stream flowing past you, it is clean and clear, not at all like the swamp water. It must lead to the ocean. Desperate for open air you decide to follow it.