The canoe was put back into the River Soshenstar and the sticks paddled their way upstream. Hours turned into days. Days of hot, wet, bug-bitten slogs, either paddling all day up the sluggish river or carrying the canoe through increasingly dense-growth jungle. It rained most of the time, and while that kept the group in fresh water, it made for heavy clothing and constant bailing of the canoe. Nights were no cooler, and the jungle held many night-noises that made it hard to fully, deeply rest.
On the third day, they ran into a group of Batri Goblins, who fired arrows and blow-darts from hidden positions in the jungle, which rained down on the canoe in scattered volley. Miss Imogen returned fire and killed one of them, and the rest ran off and were not seen again.
On the fifth day from leaving the Brazen Pegasus, they spotted a canoe that had been dragged up the bank and covered with fronds. It had been left there long enough ago that the large leaves had started to brown and curl, and the once well-hidden canoe was now just beginning to show.
