Heroes Welcome
Farewells are said, and the party clamber into the two carts, Aarnr driving one, and Arkan the other. The mage promise, however, that he will study the scrolls at his first opportunity.
The road to Derindin stretches ahead of the group, and somewhere beyond lays Rappan Athuk, and the fabled horrors contained therein.
Tomorrow they should reach Derindin, and what could be, in all likelihood, their last chance for peaceful respite before the end of their quest. Assuming, that is, that all is well in the city.
And, further, assuming it doesn't mysteriously burn to the ground.
A short way into their journey, Arkan finds himself whistling a song from his homeland. A ditty about a man who sets out to make his home a beacon of light and joy for weary travellers, but succeeds only in setting the house alight after using too many candles...
He forces himself to stop, and sits in silence for a while.
Finally he speaks up. "We should think about our quest, and anything we might need to complete it. We may be able to buy such supplies in Derindin. Herbs, powdered silver, and crushed gems for use in working spells, for example. Incense, and holy texts. Or even just food and drink."