Re: By the Shores of the Moonsea
With Krackor's insistence, you push on a little further each day than you would otherwise. Now that you're on the road, and spring has fully arrived, it's a pleasant walk. When it isn't raining, of course, which happens often enough that you're confident that neither the trees nor the farmers will have anything to complain about. As for you, well, at least you have decent cloaks.
There are more people out as well. You pass a number of caravans; in this early season usually horse or mule trains to avoid the peril of wagons getting stuck in the mud. You chat up as many as you can, finding many to be eager to share the current clack after months spent in winter quarters.
The biggest news is that Azoun's crusade returned victorious from the east over the winter. There's a great deal of relief, both at the end of a rather nebulous threat that has been lurking to the east, and at the successful return of so many of the Dales' bright lads and lasses. Evidence of the distant battles is as mangled as you would expect, considering the length of the transmission chain, but you gather that casualties were heavy among the infantry and cavalry, but relatively light among the archers, who were predominantly Dalesmen.
You also hear at least a dozen stories of Azoun personally killing the Tuigan chieftain, each more outlandish than the last.
It is raining when you finally reach Glen. It's been raining for the past five days, which was bad enough when you were in the forest, but becomes downright miserable when you emerge into the open, rolling plains of Mistledale. Pushing yourselves harder, you press on until at last you see the steep, slate roofs and the gently curling plumes of smoke that are the deceptively-simple tops of the buildings of Glen.
Making your way down the steep incline into the ravine is always fraught during a rainstorm, but you manage without anyone falling or breaking an ankle. The dwarven guards at the top of the road nod to you politely, and you don't raise any eyebrows from the few people who are braving the driving rain.
Reaching the bottom of the ravine, you pause for a moment. The rain is still coming down in buckets, but at least you're out of the wind. And you're back in Glen, so a decent bed seems likely for the first time since you left the Vault. Where do you go?