The walk takes up most of the early morning, but becomes considerable easier once the riverbank and he road that snakes its way alongside it come into view and the group was no longer hindered by the underbrush of the wood. Soon enough they come to the Mundy logging camp. Or, as Cliver had told them on the way, Fort Mundy.
It sat in a clearing beside the river. In the center was a large barricade made of sturdy logs lashed together and buried upright in the ground, their tops sharpened to points. Around this fort a crude moat, five feet deep, had been dug and connected to the river. The only way up the the gate was a land bridge, and that was beset on both sides by more pointed logs buried in the ground at angles as though to deter siege equipment. One side of the fort had gotten a crude repair job, with more wood stacked in front of a hole about the size of the wolf beast they had killed last night. Off to the right side of the fort a dock extended into the river out to an old riverboat bobbing along in the water and off to the left was a clearing of stumps, evidence of the mens stated profession. As the group approached a shout went up from along the wall as a lookout spotted them. Another man came running up to see them, took one look at Cliver, the turned to the other lookout and pressed something angrily into his hand before leaving in a huff. Cliver frowned and pointed him out.
"Just yesterday that scab was telling everyone who would listen how sure he was that I'd win." He said, before getting serious as they walked up to the gate. "Right, now these guys are kind of spooky. All this stuff," he said, waving at the fortifications, "was here before the beast showed up. These are wood men, so Clover, it would be more comfortable for them if you didn't let on that you were a nymph. Oh, and Lilith? That tree I mentioned they were here looking for? I'm not allowed to tell anybody about that, so don't bring it up."