Part 22 - The road to Derindin
Aarnr stirs the oxen into motion, and Arkan does likewise with the horse. The two carts set off east, along a road in markedly better condition than any stretch of highway the group had seen since entering the Forest Kingdoms. People in these parts apparently recognise the value of a well-maintained trade route.
Adventurers, meanwhile, recognise the value of a more comfortable ride. Draft animals recognise the value of easier cart movement on a smoother road.
All in all, the reduced number of ruts and pot-holes makes for faster travel, in spite of the continuing muddiness of the road...
By mid-morning the land to each side is starting to rise, bringing an end to the marshes, and before long there are rows of low hills to north and south of the highway. To the north the hills climb higher, the further away from the road they are, until the fade into the thinning mist. To the south the hills seem fairly uniform in height, at least as far as the eye can see.
With the day lacking an hour of noon, a large pile of stones comes into view at the northern side of the road. There appear to be some small trees, or perhaps posts, standing atop the mound. Colwyn sits up straight as he notices the mound, a look of apprehension upon his features.
As the carts move closer, it becomes apparent that the cairn stands some twenty feet high, and his crowned by three swords. The spaces between the stones are well filled with dirt, moss, and coarse yellowish grass, and the three blades are ancient and rusted, wedged point down between the stones of the summit.