Tanna-Mai's nose wrinkled with the stagnant stench of bog water and she frantically shooed away a cloud of gnats that seemed far too interested in her. She shot a wary look towards the bridge, sharing Novalis' lack of admiration with it. Both bridge and swamp had her on edge. Tanna-Mai almost wished Lord Poncy-Pants and his griffin were still with them, if only to ferry herthem over the rickety bridge entirely.

"...feels like a damn ambush..." Tanna-Mai muttered. Her discomfort with the Great Outdoors was obviously showing -- since she didn't realize the frogs were still idly croaking as if nothing was wrong.

(1d20)[18] Spot attempt
(1d20)[15] Listen attempt