Moy

The sound of croaks and buzzing fills the marshes again this night. youre days away from the closest town of Slug's Wallow. You've been feeling timid the last few days, as if somethings been following, watching, waiting. Finally, you spot it, a pair of dark green humanoid eyes watching you from just outside your camp, just above the waters surface. You hear an unsetteling melodic voice in your mind as the being speaks to you telepathically, "H-Hello?"