In the morning, the warband rose, performed their ablutions (such as they might be), and readied their gear for departure. The three mules provided by the castle came with a Jarin muletier by the name of Soran - a dark-faced young man about 22 years old. He seemed none too happy about being sent on a dangerous journey with a group of vikings, but thralls are rarely asked for their opinion.
As the band assembles outside the clanhouse, all are pleased to see that the day promises rare fine weather, with the sun rising brightly and the sky clear save for a few small wisps of clouds. They are surprised that no one has come to see them off, but neither is the group inclined to wait around.
Having consulted his maps, Erdrick notes that Pethwys is at least two days away and Leriel another two or so after that. As the warband departs, the instructions are ...