Those earplugs are a good call: though the whispering may or may not happen as aggressively as last time, the group hears none of it, so suck on that, whispering spirits.

It's a fairly easy journey. Unremarkable, really, save for when they finally reach the lake's shore. As they set up camp, Ravus notices something odd on the lake.

Not the hint of bioluminescence some of them had found last time. No, this is a bright flame, bobbing on a dark boat as it rows out to the island. It's impossible to make details out on the dark, hooded figure doing all that rowing, save that they appear humanoid. They move slowly, steadily, until at last a jerking movement and the sudden lifting of the light means they've reached the island.

And then, with little ceremony, it snuffs out.

Perhaps if they're fast enough, they'll see a few hooded figures half-hidden among the trees near them. There's the soft sound of sighs echoing, the voices male and female, young and old-- but a split-second later and those figures are gone.

The rest of the trip is utterly uneventful.