The conversations went on long into the evening, with Fūdo teaching Slove the finer points of the Way of the Bow, with the archery competition forgotten behind them; Sam and Tseran discussing the intricacies of the Invisible Art; and Aerin, Angel, Maelarra, and Tamae listening to the bards in the Head in the Clouds. In the Arming tradition, they sang ballads and told rousing tales of battle and valour, of victories, not losses. A favourite was the legend of the local hero
Beluar, a great elf warrior. In the Year of the Bloody Crown, 649 DR, as resurgent orcs swarmed over the falling kingdom of Roldilar, the dwarves' human and elf allies came to their aid. Beluar and his forces battled an orc army at Viperstongue Ford – just up the road from Thindilar – routed them, and doggedly pursued them north, beyond the Troll Mountains to Maskyr's Eye, never letting up for a moment, winning victory after victory, and leaving severed orc heads across the land, thanks to his sharp sword. Alongside this, there was feasting and plenty of drinking, rowdy games and good-natured brawls. There would be more than a few headaches and a number of other pains come the morning.
One thing they did learn in all this was that, several days ago, a group of young adventurers matching descriptions of the Calauntan scions and Dorn Hammerhand had passed through Thindilar, and turned north, toward the Troll Mountains. This tallied with the maps Tseran had found.
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Cross Road to Viperstongue Ford
Date: Morning, 5th Tarsakh 1376 DR, the Year of the Bent Blade
Weather: Spring, overcast
In the morning after the night before, the adventurers woke early and set off, trying to make up for time lost. They took the Cross Road north; it was a proper road and well-travelled, but the merchants hurried along it quickly, for fear of raids and robbers. The day was uneventful, but the clear skies of the last few days gradually gave way to growing clouds.
Through the morning, they journeyed through the fertile floodplains of the River Vesper, and by midday they came to the river itself, wide and slow as it flowed reluctantly toward Calaunt. This was
Viperstongue Ford, where the river was shallow and calm enough for them to ride their horses across, though they needed to take some care the horses didn't slip. There was a simple hamlet here, centred around the homely Stag and Viper inn.