You come to an area where the waters of the marsh give way to higher ground. To the north and east, there appears to be an area of woodland that rises sharply into hilly terrain through which it would be impossible to navigate your caravan. On the edge of these woods, looking out over the marsh, is a vast oak tree, its massive girth covered in gnarled gray bark.
Below the tree sits a woman, her legs crossed and her eyes closed. Her hair is matted and her appearance unkempt, though her expression is one of peace and serenity. Despite the noise of the caravan, she doesn't stir; it is as if she is lost in some deep sleep or trance.