In the middle of the night, the party fights off a pack of dire wolves led by a huge winter wolf. They then proceed eastward with Lady Gwillivin, reaching the mist-filled bog in the Ben Duragh, which the party promptly names the ‘Ben Durbog’. The dark swamp water is broken by pale, leafless trees that reach up like skeletal arms through the mist. A leprechaun appears, and, for a sum of gold, tells the party where they can find Uundarl and warns them of the dangers of the swamp: it is infested with trolls and other monsters; a lethally poisonous snake dwells in the branches of the white birch trees; there are pockets of poisonous, explosive gas that bubble up through the water; and an acid rain falls periodically that is not damaging, but prevents any kind of restful sleep. Barlongren and Cham chip in some additional gold to learn of the ‘Master of the Ben Duragh’, but are disappointed to find he is a greedy leprechaun who steals your gold.
The party proceeds through the swamp, fighting off a pack of trolls that seemingly kills Swashy. Some quick thinking, and a little luck, brings her back from death’s doorstep, although she won’t be the same after the incident. Heading deeper into the bog, Myx is bitten by one of the poisonous snakes and consumes a piece of the party’s magic fruit to fight off the lethal poison. Another pack of trolls chases the party, but a well-placed Fireball spell fends them off. Cham casts a Create Campsite spell to magically fashion a shelter from the acid rain for the night. The next day, the party finally meets Uundarl’s servants, which are a group of tortles, man-like turtles that walk upright. They take the party to meet Uundarl, who turns out to be an ancient, giant, intelligent turtle. Uundarl says that he knows where the crescent moongate is, and he will tell the party where to find it if they will kill an evil beast that has recently moved into the swamp. Uundarl does not know what kind of monster it is, but tortle scouts can take the party to its lair. The party spends the night in the tortle village in the swamp and, for the first time since entering the Ben Duragh, they are able to relax for a night. They partake in some of the tortles’ games, and Barlongren and Cham drink some of their foul, but effective, swamp ale.