[IC] The Old Sycamore

[DM Dougfan]

As the party approaches under the cover of Nexendia continuing to maintain her image, they start to notice things they hadn't before: the ground is not just alive, it teems. Cockroaches, ants, centipedes, critters of all sorts mass in the filth underfoot, almost as if drawn to the massive tree. They do not seem to be aggressive, nor do they seem to make any attempt at crawling onto any of you...yet. Still, there they are.