A swamp, of course, the swamp near lake Garr. A particularly bad place to die, your body would never be found I wager. Not that anyone would be willing to look.
Here you stand amid the ruined slabs of smooth-worn stone inscribed with hints of ancient writing and choked by tangled vines.The three of you, Astrafel the Bard, Siggrun the Cleric and Ovid the Wizard have found the place, finally, but not under the best of circumstances. Where the others wound up you don't know because when the nest of crocodilians spooked the Donkey and it bolted from the path things went kind of crazy.
The others got separated but maybe it was a blessing cause you've stumbled right into this place. The carvings on the rocks remind the wizard of something important. Ovid, you best have a close look at those carvings and tell the others what you've found.
But there's a splash and a growl from nearby, something is coming, crocodilian? Probably. You only have moments.
What do you do?