Re: Part 4 - Fairhill
A quick look around soon determines the direction to the road that leads back to the Tradeway, so the group set off towards it. Colwyn carries the box, grumbling about the need to do so from time to time - not so much about the weight, but the fact that had he been able to open the thing, that weight, slight though it is, might have been more evenly distributed among the party.
They reach the road after a reasonably short time, trudging along the rutted muddy surface. The rain, at least, seems to have eased off for a while.
After some time they reach a track which branches off from the dirt road, heading off towards the west. It looks like the one Fergus and Aarnr had taken, and nobody remembers passing another one on their way in to the village (although, frankly, without Fergus to guide them, the track the two men had taken with the ox cart would have been easy to miss). The track is similar to the road - consisting mostly of mud and ruts, with the occasional puddle thrown in for variety.
At one point, though, Colwyn looks back and stops, "We're climbing." he points out. The road lays about two miles behind them, and perhaps a hundred feet below.
And still they move on, through a landscape which is mostly composed of low ridges covered with gorse and heather, save for scattered scrubby bushes, some of which bear blackberries, though only a few of the fruit are ripe as yet. Overhead the sky is darkening, partly because of the weather, and partly because the sun stands but an hour from setting. Still some way ahead of them a cluster of ruins can be seen on a hilltop, and there is the orange flickering of firelight shining on one of the walls, though the fire itself is concealed below the brow of the hill.