As the pair walked on their road, Roan grew increasingly worried about his wound. It stopped bleeding just fine, but the fact that it happened so early in their journey was not a good omen. Glenn had at least been able to take care of it, but it didn’t do as much for Roan’s mood as he’d hoped.

He moped about that for a little while, but got over it eventually, at least for now. A short while after that, the pair came across the fork in the road. Roan grumbled for a moment, before checking the map in Glenn’s hands. He had a rough guess as to where they were, but given that the map didn’t list and cities or show any roads, they were on their own otherwise. Their best bet was to find a large town and get a better map somehow. There wasn’t a signpost either, and Roan had come from the other direction, so he hadn’t a clue regarding the geography of the land. The fact that there were roads meant it was well traveled, at least, so he let out a sigh, before pointing to the left, saying, “This way, I suppose? I haven’t a clue which will get us closer. We want to get to another town so we can find a better map first. We’ll see where to go from there.” Readjusting his pack, he made for the path. He didn’t figure it made much difference if they got a little lost, as long as they made it by winter.