Each man retires with his own thoughts about Dragoran's announcement. Fortunately, the night is uneventful, and the group awakes to another clear day. Ulauf remarks that if stays like this for the next few days, they should make it to Kaldor in no time. Everyone lends a hand to break camp, and Vagnar and Dragoran take turns leading the last mule - the beast seems to want to get far away from the scene of the slaughter, and proves no trouble for the whole of the day.
The Fur Road is flat along this part, and leagues of clear country stretch ahead, broken only by the occasional copse of trees or scrubby undergrowth. Ahead, the northermost spur of the Rayeshas looms - not so high as the snow-capped peaks to the south, but high enough for men on foot and a mule to traverse. Laenvan, who has made the trek before, recalls that the road takes advantage of several small valleys cut by mountain streams running towards the Anoth or one of its tributaries.
That evening, the warband camps in the foothills of the spur at the only suitable spot - one clearly used many times before and according to Ulauf, recently enough that the caravan must have stopped here. Ulauf also picks up the trail - at least a couple of days old - of a bear which wandered through the area, apparently foraging. Examining the bear's spoor indicates it has rained at least once since its passing.