"Bout 5 days, I should think," Straw told Cyriana.  Since he was now up on his feet, he started checking his gear, ensuring everything was secured tightly onto the packhorse.  "Gonna take the road north up to Dawsbury," he continued.  Dawsbury was little more than an outpost, the last of the tamed territory headed in that direction.  "After that, well...  there's some paths... so I've gathered, at least."  

 "I don't mind the walk," Calvin chimed in, excited by the prospect of treasure and maybe even something of an adventure.  He exchanged a quick glance with the elf, wondering the injury to her eye was recent, but looked away quickly, not wanting her to think he was staring.  
 
 "Well..." Straw said, pausing as he stared down the road for another few moments.  "Don't look the other ones are gonna show.  You two ready?  They'll just have to catch up if they still wanna come 'long."
 
 Calvin nodded enthusiastically.  "Need any help with that pack, Miss Cyriana?" the young man asked, blushing again as he spoke to her.