Glenn followed after Roan, since he was headed in the right direction to go to Dotta's little farmstead. He looked slightly worried at the mention that it would be more than a couple day trek. "I hope Ms Dotta don't mind too much. How far you think it is, Roan?"

The unlikely pair followed the path that wound it's way down toward a slow-moving river where a small house sat nestled in a wide bend. The widow's little place looked tired, though it was obvious that it had some recent repairs to the thatched roof and to parts of the fence that held a few head of cattle. 

"Ms Dotta!" Glenn called as they walked up the narrow pathway and a woman who was probably in her thirties appeared only a few moments later, wiping her hands on her apron. "Just in time for lunch," she said, holding the gate open for them both and giving Roan an appraising look. 

"This is Roan," the bulky young man said by way of explanation, ducking his head slightly to enter the door. 

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