As Lyonnem and Taf walked down a lush green valley that rest between two looming mountains, the likes of which Lyonnem was only just getting familiar with, he took in a deep breath through his nose. It was a beautiful day to start his journey once more; however something was not quite right. All his senses didn't bring any hint of trouble, yet he could feel something was off. He was hesitant to put his guard up in case he was wrong, and only end up worrying Taf for no reason, but if he was right and didn't act upon his instincts, someone or something could ambush them, and easily take the upper hand. He furrowed his brow and bit his lip due worrying uncertainty.
He made up his mind, "Taf, stay on your guard, something is not right." He looked back, "Our path will take us through many places that we may be ambushed. We will be heading through this valley west until dusk, then south, for a half day, and west again for another half day. That should bring us to lake Tongar. Then we have few days following the shores until we reach the Arkan, and only a couple days by boat until we reach Velais after that. However, until we reach lake Tongar, stay alert. Tell me if you see anything at all," he gave his companion a breif grin, "we are on our way my friend, with any luck, our travels will be swift."