"These magical beasts that menaced the swamp are no more...Who knows how they were spawned...perhaps they were once normal swamp mosquitos that became bloated and twisted by the foul magics that the druids here are holding at bay. Either way, we must remain cautious, but for now, let us return to sleep and recover our strength."
*Siobhan goes back to sleep, hoping not to be ambushed again. In the morning, she prays and recovers the used spell.*