by Matt » Wed Jan 18, 2006 12:13 pm
During the early hours of Halane 10, it begins to rain and the temperature takes a dip as well. Members of the warband huddle under blankets, and in the morning, breakfast is cold and wet. The night was otherwise quiet, although there was the howling of wolves from time to time, safely distant.
The trek that day was equally cold and wet. The mules, clearly comfortable with Soran, balked occasionally, but he always got them back in line quickly. Practically the only words Soran speaks are to the mules, and those are on low tones. Erdick makes a few notes now and then on a small wax tablet with a bone stylus. The warband is alert, but the trail through the high mountains is quiet.
That evening, a suitable campsite is found and in the shelter of the rock, a small fire made. Over bread already getting hard with cheese and ale, those who had been this route some months before to invest Leriel recall those days and all that has happened since. The watches are set, and another night passes.
On the morning of the 11th, the rain having stopped though the sky remains overcast, Erdick says that Pethwys is just a few hours ahead. Pethwys itself can be bypassed, but there is at least one village - Gowys - which cannot. He pauses to see what Lord Igon will say.