The Happy Drover Inn
Next day the group move on, slowed slightly because Keston and his guards are on foot, although their gear is loaded onto the the long suffering pony and distributed as extra load among your horses, so they march encumbered. Tib keeps his eyes peeled and manages to bag a rabbit and pigeon along the way.
The next night is spent at an roadside camp-site, there are signs of a recent fire, probably from the group that travelled earlier, a small fresh stream and bushes for firewood. The game is roughly skinned and butchered and added to a pot of water to make a very basic game soup to supplement the dried food for dinner. Out of all of you, the birds eat best, getting to feast on the innards of both creatures.
Henry assigns a shift roster but the night passes without incident , and after a breakfast of porridge you are on you way, expecting to make it to Oleg's at about lunchtime, or a bit later. However, your journey is interrupted, when you see a young man, dressed in yellow and gray robes, standing atop a rock defending himself from a pack of wolves with a bastard sword.
”Is that Moto?” Henry asks rhetorically as he shades his eyes with his hand and looks towards the scene.