Your party is lost! You should never have abandoned the ship and struck out into the marshes, but your pursuer were closing on your trail, and it seemed the only way. Stumbling onwards through the fens, your party makes for higher ground ahead. 

A full moon rises, sending moonbeams and ghostly shadows to flicker through the branches. Ahead in the woods a light glows and seems to beckon-perhaps a shelter for the night. Tough thorns tear and impede your progress the source of illumination is reached at last.