The gentle waves wash dead leaves against the muddy shore. A rickety rowboat floats against the rotting dock. In the distance, you notice a small island protruding from the dark waters. Your destination. You hope nothing lurks within the lake, for a gentle breeze would be enough to sink this shabby boat. With a sigh, you embark under the starlight with your party, your weapons at the ready, muttering a quick prayer under your breath.

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