The cacophony of noise created by insects and other animals makes it nearly impossible to hear the splash of your footsteps through the Felucian swamp. The open area you walk into resembles a large, shallow pool of water with narrow islands rising out of the water,
looking like stepping stones that are slightly too far apart to jump across.
A faint mist hangs over the swampy ground, drifting over the still pool of water.
Alder feels something stir in the Force, and as you reach the first island, you can see a being rising up from his covered position: Tall and muscular, this bipedal being seems to be a member of the native Felucian species. The long, slender form of a rancor’s jawbone juts down from the Felucian’s hand, and the scout’s body is barely covered by a leafy loincloth. A tangle of tendrils around his face makes it impossible to see his eyes, and the mud and other foliage plastered to his body camouflages him against the backdrop of the
swamp.
Without warning, you can see 4 other Felucians coming forward and there undoubtedly are more of them nearby...