GM:
OOC: There is ample opportunity to buy any necessary provisions, prepare disguises, store things at Guillames home etc. Just note it in your post as an OOC aside.
OOC - Guillaume returns to his villa and changes into attire similar to a local freeman from the rural areas south of Glissom city. He dons his hard leather armour and a hooded cloak. He ruffles his hair and contemplates shaving his moustache - but only briefly. He straps his short sword and dagger to his belt.
When he rejoins his companions he winks and says in a broad Glissom accent
"Alright pals, Fingal McInnes, at you service."
GM:
The formidable looking group board a small barge at the dockside and for the sum of a few coppers are transported across the wide muddy mouth of the Shadowspin to land at a rectangular dock hard against the riverside backed by a copse of trees; many roads met here indicating that it was a regular crossing for the small holdings here on the southern shore of the great river.
The companions struck out south, those of a martial bent habitually forming up about those less able...at least to outward appearance.
They received amazed and gawking stares from every person they passed; a blustery sea breeze cam across the fields from the west as they walked and they could see the looming peaks of the Pagan Mountains to their east much closer now than they had been back in the city.
As they crested a great hill Guillame fancied he saw the coastline of Ereworn far across the dark waters, but it was possibly just a bank of cloud.
Guillaume breaths deeply of the sea air, his large nose perfect for such a thing. He takes in the view as the group marches south.
GM:
The good Father had told them that the crofter they were looking for was working lands called Salthold, west of a stand of woods known to the locals as Gradys Tangle.
By mid afternoon they were well south and close to the coast, though the wind had died down. As they descended a hill, they noted the smell of smoke in the air...
Guillaume sniffs the air.
"Someone is having a barbeque? I wonder if they are also dining al fresco?"
He notices the change in his companions demeanor.
"Oh, you suspect the worse?" He loosens his sword in its scabbard.