The road to Hommlet had been uneventful, these roads along the Wild Coast weren't particularly safe, and even less the dense forests that the group had to cross, but through sheer numbers they had made it.

The place looked less like a town and more like a collection of farms clustered close to the river and near a grove, not unlike the druidic groves back home. Two densely packed camping sites laid around town, one was across the river, featuring a huge pavilion. The other stood at the eastern limits of the village, in the area with the larger houses. This tent city featured many flags holding a particular coat of arms, a black shield with a white castle over six yellow circles crowned by an empty helmet with a hawk perching on it.

In the center of the village, a big barn was painted with the runes for friendly and house with red painting.

Raphim had stopped talking when his companions did as well...crossing the last forest before making the final leagues to the hamlet. They were a large group of adventurers, but nothing a large group of bandits wouldn't ambush on a dark night, the archer thought to himself. He'd become rather paranoid since leaving home and scarcely recognized his own thoughts. "Should we find an inn and a meal? Sure could use a bath, too."

Vandilo laughs. "A bath!, what was it that we did in that stream a few miles back, now that was a bath!" he jests. "My Elven friend, you can make a home anywhere you travel, and bathes should never be something paid for, not when coin is so scarce and hard to come by, let the wild take care of your basic needs. Although, the roaring sounds of gleeful folk around a hearth does sound inviting, the telling of stories and exploits." he says. "Even though the road is my home, I can relate to feeling the need to dust our boots off and enjoy a little relaxation for a change. Its been a terrible journey up the wild coast, but I can't say I'll miss Fax, or the pirates who wanted me as their cabin boy." he says with a sigh.