This was a caravan set out from Neverwinter heading towards Deepwater City.
Winter was approaching, and they needed to sell some of Neverwinter's handicrafts and the alcohol and furs purchased from Luskan to get winter supplies and some magic materials.
Generally, caravans like theirs were ragtag groups of small trade associations that couldn't afford the big ships from Neverwinter that bypass the Undead Swamp.
Although the straight-line distance wasn't very far, small boats simply couldn't navigate the Sea of the Undead.
The elected leader due to his strength, the level-10 warrior Saha, took a deep breath; the most troublesome part was near.
They had to pass this part of the Undead Swamp before dusk.
This part was the most awkward; if they wanted to reach the entrance by dawn, they had to walk day and night without stopping for a full day and night.
