The rain lets up slightly, but continues its onslaught. Shortly after the party breaks down breakfast and prepares to march for the day, they hear the sound of several somethings stomping through the jungle, and the scent of death and decay greets the group. After a moment of discussion, the group decides to lay an ambush. Musharib shrouds the group in shadows and they await: several lumbering undead creatures pass through the group’s campsite, ignorant of the party’s hidden positions. Later, when Simon is taking a break from the march, a collection of winged flying snakes soar overhead. Simon is less than eager about meeting them, so he attempts to ignore them, and they oblige him. The rain finally dies down in time for the group to camp near a stream.