A fallen tree is up ahead, a gnarly elm bobbing gently along on the currents. Its thick trunk and broad leaves make it seem out of place among all the tall timber, and the PCs, ever curious, wondered how it ended up here, what had torn it out by the roots. A huge raven perched atop one limb, fluttering its glossy black wings as it pecked at something, peck, peck, peck.