As you make your way through these dark and foreboding swamplands, you come across a rickety boathouse, bobbing gently in the dark waters.

It's exterior seems decrepit, worn with age, but a soft candle light flickers invitingly behind the portholes.

The bog giant is nowhere to be found. I'm pretty sure he is out wandering again. Surely, he wouldn't mind you resting your head for a spell.

(This page is very much a work in progres, just a place to keep iterating on a vision. Do check back soon!)