Luckily for Bruce, discomfort is all that happens. His light won't go dim, it'll just be, like, really icky feeling the whole day.

During the night, their camp remains relatively safe, perhaps due to the vigilance of each one keeping watch. Whoever's on second shift, however, will hear some high-pitched chittering in the trees above. Is it birds? Is it monkeys? The only thing that's certain is that it isn't just bugs. Thankfully it passes before "morning", but it's pretty unsettling for the duration.

As they group travels north they'll begin to notice a strong scent on the breeze. It's like deep mud and rot and cold rock, and it comes with a whooshing, rushing sound. There's a hint of... what's that? Dead fish, maybe?

Oh. It's the lake. Quite suddenly, they've reached the shore of the lake. They can see the hulking black shape of the ore dock to their left. They're near the pier where the ferry... used to stop, but this area's a bit different. In the water between the ore dock and the beach, where the tracks end, is a series of wooden posts that they can just make out by the moonlight.

Clearly, something ore-related must've been brought here via those tracks...