During the first short rest the party takes, Song clasps his hands together and concentrates for a moment, redirecting his ki flow to the injuries he has sustained. Under the shaman's mystic instruction, the flesh begins to sew itself shut.
"It would seem wise to keep moving. Resting the night among these suspicious looking swamp would not be in the best of our interests, if we want to keep the spirits of the wild away from us." Shang says, looking around wearily.
After traveling for another hour, you finally reach a dry clearing. In it's middle stands a bigger house that looks like a bathhouse/inn. Fireflies play around it and you can see light behind some of it's windows. The sky is cloudless and you are all eager to leave the smell of decay from the surrounding dying trees.
"This seems like a fine establishment. Although I doubt. It does seem to be rather convenient for us to find this place. Stay on your guard my comrades." advices the wizard, as he takes the handle of the door and peers in.
" You worry too much, " says Bi, flashing a smile. " I could use a night in a real bed. Too many nights sleeping on the ground always makes me tighten up. "
Undaunted, he moves towards the door to investigate.