The night passes uneventfully. The next you pile into your two boats again and head off. It's a little more cramped in the boat that carries Katrina, but she's courteous and tries to not take up any more room than she had too. She's also not uncomfortable to be sitting close to. Her clothes are even clean.
"Liiros, I want to apologize if it sounded like I was fighting with you yesterday," Katrina says. "Having been held by those witches made it hard to let the last one live. To be honest I'm still upset about it. But I'd be a real jerk if I didn't support whatever you did to rescue me. If there's anything I can do to help you guys on your mission for the Knights, I'll do it."
"Good. I need a break from rowing. You're up" Torrent says.
The day is damp, humid, fetid, and boring, but it's safe. That night you make another camp on the largest patch of dry land you can find and massage muscles sore from rowing. As you continue travelling the next morning you begin to see more and more dry land. It gets a little harder to continue in the boats.
The quiet of the swamp is broken by the sound of a horn being blown off to the northeast. Looking, you see a group of elves approaching from around 200 feet away. "Hello there, you in the two boats!" one of them says. "You must stop. We have questions for any who would travel to Seaquen." There are seven in the group, but as they approach a several stop and take cover. The remaining three close with the party. Two are armored in chain mail while the third is dressed in robes.
The elf in robes says, "We are from Shahalesti. We need to inspect your belongings for military supplies."