Frogspawn Swamp The Ultimate Wrench

"Works for me, just as long as it dies," Penn grumbled, still stung by its attack. It hadn't hurt him physically, but it had made him feel stupid, which was by far worse. Glancing about them, he let his memory pull up the map he had drawn of the nearby area. He didn't know all of the swamp yet, but he did know the way he'd came. 

"There's a pool over that way, around that ridge," Penn remarked, indicating a stretch of land to their left. What lay beyond the curve was shrouded in trees, but he was certain there was a body of water there. Warily, he looked back at the thing. His lips peeled back in a soft scowl as he stared. He wasn't inclined to pick it up again was the problem.