Re: Troll Cave....
The melody of the minstrel's tune is soothing and calms the party's nerves after the excitement with the river scrag. The fire burns low as the sun disapears late in the evening. There is ample wood to keep the fire going all night, but its light is unneeded, the band's sleep is undisturbed and restful.
The dawn comes early, and after simple meals, provided by blessings invoked by Chrissa, the party is underway.
The road that runs along the river is lined with trees, however on the other side of those tress, is open fields. The grains grown upon them are quickly ripening in the mid-summer warmth. There is the occasional hamlet, or manor house, along with the usual huts of serf farmers. As they ride, the mountains in the distance grow closer and closer. To the south, a circle of stones, ancient centres of worship for the old religion continues to stand. Calis makes a brief comment about them as they ride.
To the south-west the ruins of some castle can be seen, sitting atop a hill, commanding the countryside even now with its forboding presense. To the West and a little north, is another circle of stones, and that is where Chrissa directs them. Explaining their destination is beyond the top of that hill, in the wilderness and caves nearby. Following a stream that feeds into the Severn, meadows are passed through and the occasional serfs bids them hello as they pass.
About noon, the party comes across a very strange sight indeed. A little grey donkey stands beside of the road, saddled and ladden with bags and packs, its reins dipping into the dust as they hang from it's bridle. Then a voice could be heard, walking out from behind a tree came a rustic looking man, clad in leathers and wearing a brightly collared, odd looking cap. Clutched in his hand was a stick, with a puppet head atop it. The head was wearing a cap very similar to the man's and the two appeared to be having an arguement!