"Well done, Huntsmen! I am honored by among such exceptional company, especially ones who dispatch dragonflies with such facility!"
"Indeed. It feels good to have such a commanding victory. Come now, let us harvest these wings."
"We're not done yet. We also needs some big slugs."
Harvesting the wings does not take long, and you spend another couple of days mapping the surrounding areas.
Dawn arrives on 14th Sarenith muggy and hot.
Southeast
Heading southeast, the Huntsmen find themselves leaving the swamps in favor of the westernmost reaches of the Narlmarches forest.
Taranis preps to explore and map the area.
Mapping the area proceeds smoothly enough, bringing you to 17th Sarenith.
As you begin to head west, you come across a small team of loggers taking a break for a quick meal at the edge of the forest. "Headed for the Swamp Scar, eh?" one calls out to you as you pass. "Beautiful spot, that. A rare sight. Been meanin' to visit again myself soon."
"Do tell! There is nothing so important as a citizen with a story, and no easier way to grab my attention than to speak of a rare and beautiful sight... or site as the case may be."
"Never been, eh? Keep heading that way an' you'll come across a huge mound of fallen trees, some living, some dead, piled high in a jagged line by the river currents. It's, oh I dunno, fifty feet tall and a quarter mile long, I'd guess. It'd be a logger's paradise, but there's something serene and beautiful about the place, I'd dare not touch a log there. We just call it the Swamp Scar."