The Adventurer nodded to Sterling as the drow began issuing orders and organizing the party. Just before the march to Stinkwell was underway, Dan gripped the top of the portal and pulled downward. In a flash of light that blinded the young ones watching Dan the portal became a nice neat piece of paper with a drawing of the aforemention portal doodle upon its surface.
"Zak'll probably want this back," he commented as he neatly folded the piece of paper and placed it in his satchel. Following the others, the Adventurer closed ranks and began the short march across the mossy ground towards Stinkwell.
The croaking continued unabated as the party marched onwards, watching their feet, and being careful not to step into traps or the nasty muck surrounding the place. All along their left as they marched the moist ground upon which they now walked turned in a mucky, slightly eerie swamp. It looked, to many of them, to be slightly unatural. Dan shivered. "I hope this Gareth fellow lives in Stinkwell....I don't think I want to go in there."
