Belyr slowly steps onto the wooden walkway leading out to the first island. The wood is reasonably solid, more like a wooden bridge just above the waterline, held up by sturdy posts placed every ten feet or so, connected with ropes. That said, the gaps between the planks are wide enough for Belyr to note the black, peaty water below. With not much in the way of sunlight to reach below the surface, the water seems particularly gloomy and foreboding today.
As he scans the water around him, Belyr's paranoia is rewarded as he suddenly notices movement in the water near the shore up ahead. Among a clump of lilypads next to the left bank of the nearest island, some additional leaves have just appeared on the surface. Their movement is subtle, causing but the faintest ripple on the water surface, but the observant cleric spots it. From this distance, the leaves appear just like the multitude of lilypads around it, except for what appears to be a row of spiky points around their rims. The others are too far away to have noticed this, at least for the moment.
