Nadia does indeed stock up on arrows (because you can never have enough), putting them safely in her quiver. Afterwards, the ranger could be seen assessing the snake man wondering if maybe she could skin it... It had been a while since she put her mothers teachings to good use, and what was the worst that could happen? "Hey, you guys mind giving me a minute? Kinda wanna try to see what I can salvage off this guy. Snake skin is in nowadays. Probably could sell it..." 

If given the time, she gets to work. If anyone wanted to assist, she would gladly accept the help.

Survival (I'll roll twice in case I get help): 19 | 5

When back at camp, Nadia settles down once again, taking a deep breath. She hoped that the rest of the night would go off smoothly with no interruption as her body screamed for rest. Today's events truly had taken a toll on her physically, mentally as well, and she hoped that a little bit of sleep would fix her up as she said before. Laying down on her side, she watches Zack magically repair his armor and NOTHING ELSE for a time, using the sound of the casting to lull herself to sleep.

Rollo marches back over to the camp and restores the fire. He also checks on the horses to make sure thag they're alright. 

Once that's done he sits down and begins to methodically clean his axe, muttering out prayers to Tyr in apology for his poor performance in the battle.

Claire attempts to assist Nadia (just enough for mechanical effect) but spends most of the time pointing at the carcass and making useless observations ("If you make a cut there... no, there... maybe there?  Do you think your knife is sharp enough?  Wait, what's that thing?  Is that useful?  Oh... it's the liver.  Yuck.") or just complaining about the smell.  Once that is done, Claire heads straight back to her bedroll at camp, and drifts off to sleep immediately, sleeping like a log.

Nadia, you've heard tales and ghost stories involving Yuan-ti, a group of snake people who often live in clans. It seems that this one in particular was not part of said clan or perhaps the tales you heard are simply wrong. Regardless its lucky for you that this one is considerably more snake that human, and as a result you manage to successfully harvest a large snake skin weighing a few pounds. You could easily make several belts or pairs of gloves or boots, you could even possibly make some pants or a jacket from it.

Once looting is done you all go back to bed, finishing your watches as assigned. The rest of the night goes by without incident though whoever is on watch at any given time can't shake the feeling of being watched. The rain eventually stops and the sun rises, leaving the swamp covered in a dense fog, reducing visibility to only about 10ft.

Rollo quickly packs up the camp in the morning. "I believe that it might be best if we begin moving quickly this morning. I don't know about you but I felt like something was watching me last night and I would prefer that it didn't get a chance to attack us where it has planned too."

"I agree," Claire states as she finishes rolling up her bedroll and straps it to her horse.  She turns to Zack and Nadia.  "How much longer to our destination do you figure?"

Zack hears what they're saying, but insists on doing some morning warmups, stretching himself as he tries to lift their spirits while answering Claire's question near the end of it. Honestly, not that long, We may even get there today. And I felt it too Rollo, yet somehow I feel if it had a plan to attack it would have already.... Not saying whatever it is is nice but, creatures don't usually just 'watch' especially when their targets have expended energy... best time to attack woulda been right after our fight, while we were distracted. he said with confidence, before finishing his morning 'workout' wishing they had time to train Nadia as he usually did.

(Rollo, Claire, Nadia,, Claire's Horse, Rillex, and Zack all gain +8 temp HP from Inspiring Leader feature - Also poor Rillex, Nadia and I keep forgetting he exists...)

In the morning, Nadia looked to be as refreshed as she promised she would be. Most of her wounds were healing nicely, and she looked to be happy of her snake skin harvest, she setting it on the horses rump and securing it down safely. She thanked Claire for the assistance that night (though it wasn't... useful, it was still nice to have someone stick around, perhaps even having taught her a little bit on how to skin something). 

The elf let's Zack answer the clerics question, mostly because she didn't exactly know it herself, though she did hope they would make it there by today like he said with little to no interruption. She makes a note to perhaps wake up earlier to get some training with Zack in, but they needed to move soon. They would get back into the swing of things eventually though, she was sure. Mounting her horse, she looks expectantly at everyone else, looking to see if they were all ready to push forward.

To Claire and Rollo Zacks morning speech seems to embolden them, preparing them for a potentially dangerous trek through the swamps. Everyone makes their respective preparations to move forward today though even now it still feels like your being watched. Unfortunately with visibility so low, its almost impossible to tell whats around you.

(All perception checks involving sight are at disadvantage. Survival checks relating to telling what direction you are going are at disadvantage. Visibility is 10ft. If there are any other bits of RP you want to do go ahead otherwise I'll need a marching order and a survival check at disadvantage from the head of the party.)

Claire seems annoyed by the fog, but lifts her chin and moves to the front of the group.  "If you give me the gist of where we're going I'll be able to guide us there; my light will act as a beacon.  Our path shall not waiver!"

 (Claire's passive perception is 18)

(OOCLY: Since I'm OOCLY not sure where this place is I'll have to be vague in my characters description of directions)

Zack would be either directly behind Claire, or behind Nadia, depending on where Rollo chose to be, making sure that Nadia wasn't exposed as the 'weak gazelle to the lion' so to speak. Though other wise his guard was only up enough to be watchful of the surroundings but otherwise kept himself relaxed. Based on where we got to, where the city is, and where our destination is... That way, roughly.  he said, pointing in a direction  and saying And we can see if there's moss on the tree's to assure us of our direction... he would say, pointing out a nearby tree to make sure if there was or wasn't moss to determine north with, without breaking their line.

Though he mildly chuckled at the 'end' of her statement, adding in And unless you're being metaphorical, light is actually detrimental in fog since it somewhat just reflects back into our eyes. But yeah, this way..

Claire had begun to chant the incantation for Produce Flame, but stops abruptly as Zack spoke, her brow furrowing, confusion crossing her face.  "Uh, what? ... Uh... Ahem, of course I knew that!  Who wouldn't know that?  Hmph," she grunts, cracking her reins sharply to pick up the pace of her horse from a stroll to a trot.

Rollo rides at the back of the group, still a bit unsteady on his horse. 

With the uncomfortable feeling he has and the fog seeming perfect for an ambush he rides with his handaxe unslung. 

"Let's hope we get there soon. This whole area seems off to me and I would sooner be rid of it." 

Rillex settles himself on Nadia's lap, keeping close to the ranger as even he did not like this fog. Anything could be lurking...

"I agree with Rollo..." The elf speaks quietly, not wanting to alert anything that may have been in the fog. Nadia learned to dislike fog at a young age when her mother told her it made it much more difficult to hunt in it. It was possible, in the sense of setting down traps, but not when you wanted more practice with a bow and arrow but you couldn't see any farther than 10ft in front of you. Instead, her mother tried to teach her to heighten her other senses and use that instead. She also hopes they're heading in the right direction...

Using the other senses (hearing and smell mainly) Perception: 26
Survival (if still needed?): 7

You all make your way into the dense fog and further into the swamp. Unfortunately due to the fog its almost impossible to tell what direction you are going but Nadia, an experienced survivalist, is able to at least keep you heading deeper into the swap as opposed to loosing ground. Still, the directions you were given were vague, and none of you know exactly where this keep is, searching for it like this could potentially take days. Several hours go by but the feeling of being watched never truly fades. While riding along Nadias keen ears pick up no less than 12 distinct footfalls from behind them. You can tell they've been following for a while now and seem to be keeping their distance. Nadia warns the others in a quiet voice that the party is being followed. What do you all do?

Claire looks over her shoulder worriedly, and speaks quietly.  "Like Zack said, if they were hostile they probably would have attacked by now, but allies would make themselves known."  She raises her hand in preparation to cast a spell.  "Shall we lose them, or confront them?  I can supplement either course of action.  Nadia, if you can tell about how far away they are, that would help as well."

Rollo draws his greataxe and puts the smaller one away. "I could slow and confront them while you all slip around to a flank through the mist. I'll keep talking loudly so you have a position to base your movement on. If things go wrong I can likely hold out on my own for long enough for you to ride in." 

Zack was padding along, glad for having high-rimmed boots, with leather outing, keeping his feet mostly-dry. Everyone was more or less aware they were being watched, and Zack wondered how exactly? Magical? Were they simply following footprints? the 'why' didn't necessarily matter as; either they would be hostile or they wouldn't. Everyone speaking softly to keep their conversations unheard.Whispering Well, I was just thinking.... Are they using magic to track us? or are they some sort of hunters? Also... Could this fog potentially be their, or someone else's doing? I've heard of mages capable of casting things large enough, or perhaps its a mind trick? Sorry, getting off track and talking out loud.... But why not both? Give me just a moment..... how about I write "I see you" and I leave it on my sword here? Then they'll know we know, which will force their hand, and potentially confuse them. 

Either they'll attack, they'll announce themselves, or, they'll disperse - even if only temporarily. I can leave it in the hole in the blade, and let them find it. Then we can keep moving, and they'll have their three options. Make the enemy come to you, and all that.

If at-least two agree on it, Zack will take the ink and one sheet of paper he'd forgotten to give back to Nadaar, or perhaps Nadaar had died before he got the chance to, and he'd write on the paper "We know you're there." before inserting it into the hole near the blades hilt, and dropping the tip into the swamp to be found.

If at-least two are opposed, he'd then say Allright then, I say we just keep moving forward - the place we're going is likely in the center of the swamp, and they'll make their move eventually, just have whoever's in back keep a watchful eye out. Upon which he'd draw his blade as he rode his horse, readying to use it to block an attack he can see. (Dodge)

Claire agrees.

Nadia nods in agreement with Zacks plan. He leaves behind the note on a blade and the party quickly continues their course. Not too long after leaving the note behind you fan hear confused whispers in a language none of you understand yet those of you who knew Nadaar find familiar. Finally out of the mist you hear a loud shout of of H-halt! From the mist approaches 12 Lizardfolk, their weapon out and ready but not pointed threateningly. The one who appears to have called out is a green and yellow scaled lizardfolk covered in several body markings that seem alien and likely only have meaning to their own kind. The Lizardfolk in the body paint lowers his weapon and holds the note up. He then points his sword over to one of the Lizardfolk soldiers who appears to be carrying the head of the hag you had killed the night prior.

Y-y-ou kill. Y-y-ou tr-tee-trees The Lizardman appears to be having significant trouble forming the words, it would seem he doesn't know much if any common. He starts to speak again in a language none of you understand. He looks around from person to person looking to see if anything was understood.