Ikanbi sat in her chair with her legs crossed and her hood over his hair, her eyes scanning the book in the dim candlelight of her room on the boat. She turned the page and eyed the creature in the image before her. A gruesome sight, an amphibious biped with large round eyes and a gaping maw. She read the description and committed it to memory and read the next page as well. Again she turned and after a few moments she returned the book to its shelf properly after closing it. She returned to her seat and sharpened her knife, then tightened her boots and set out of her quarters after extinguishing the flame. In a flurry, Ikanbi set out onto the dock after thanking the captain. They had chatted for a brief moment, discussed the weather, and he thanked her for her service.

The hunter magician stalked the night, and her associates scouted ahead nearby. In a pack like wolves, the desertio spread out and fanned through the swampy overgrowth, careful not to sink in this vile place. Further through the dark swamp they dredged and they flew through the area quietly. Many a large and small black bird could be seen here, ravenous flocks and murderous crows in abundance gave an eerie glow to the encroaching and encumbering fog that rolled the area steadily. Ikanbi continued onwards, tracking the creatures steps through the swampy growth with her allies nearby. She clutched her knife, a small unmentionable thing with no real value, but it was quite sharp. A razor's edge, it was long and could easily shave. It was meant for fish, to be perfectly clear, but it mattered not for this task. For this creature, this knife was perfect, she knew from reading the book. Marvelously, silver would do the trick. Fair enough, she had thought to herself as she set out.

She swayed through the swamp, waltzing around the black tar and red flowers that lined the large trees. Large they were indeed, towering high over Ikanbi and looming greatly above her and the associates in numbers. Frankly, between the fog and the dense dark foliage of the grand trees all around, the light of the sun didn't break through here, and the dimly lit glow of magic was all that they had to work with for now. Someone, a smarter soul, lit a lantern and began to duplicate it, scooping it up with their hands and forming gray glyphs as they scooped lanterns into the air that floated around and provided light for them all. Ikanbi watched the spell with awe and wondered if she might learn it some day.

They neared the creature's den, and Ikanbi was the first to see it. She snuck around, silently waltzing on he tip toes with even pressure through the swamp as quietly as she could muster, but not silently. Still, the noise of the swamp as just enough to cover her traces as she came up upon the creature from behind and slit its throat, then kicked it to the ground and stomped the back of its neck hard and ran the length of the blade down its back, fileting it open.