Galen Derricson
They reached the top of the hill, finding the eastern face of the mound to be mostly bare of trees and granting them an unexposed view of the valley on the other side.
The place was a mess.
A patch of forest to the south was badly burned, and the very base of the valley was flooded and riddled with temporary ponds. The north was so waterlogged it appeared almost swamp-like, not at all like the rapidly drying out woodlands Gale had thought to find here. The Hadarac Desert could not even be seen, a line of hills slightly shorter than the one they just climbed blocked much of the view before them, but even still they could see green grass beyond that.
On the face of those hills, nestled just slightly above one of the ponds, was a cabin. Normally it would not be so easily spotted, but between the broken wards, the call of eggs demanding a chance to hatch, the call of riders approaching their destiny, and just a bit of true blood flowing in his veins, Galen spotted the off-colored roof immediately.
He pointed to it as soon as he saw it,
"I didn't know anyone lived over here." He commented lightly, a strange note in his voice. No one lived out here, that was fact. Yet there was a small cabin in the woods, the light color of the wooden roof telling of its recent construction.
To reach the cabin the group had a few options; first was to take the shortest route, going north slightly to cross between the largest two ponds and then south again once passed. Another option was to simply swim, two small ponds lie directly between them and the cabin, they could simply go straight down the hill, through the first pond, through the next pond, and then up the other hill to the cabin.
Or they could go south. It was slightly longer, but they could reach a path that would take them through the burnt section of the forest and then straight to the cabin's doorstep. The path actually looked like it connected the house to the main road, which might have implied the place was older than it looked, but there was no way someone had been living out here unnoticed for that long, not without magic.
Gale glanced south towards the blackened, leafless trees. He was interested in going there, but the cabin- more like a but really, demanded his attention. So long as they ended up there he didn't care which way they took.
"What do you guys think?" He asked, turning from the view to face them- or more accurately, to face Alph. He felt somewhat guilty, he had after all invited Gren out here to catch some food, something the boy likely needed, and yet Gale was already distracting them from that goal. It just felt so... important. He hadn't even realized he was ignoring the tracks until they reached the top of the hill, no doubt bypassing hundreds of suitable tracks to follow. As for Demund, he probably wanted to be back at the forge and didn't care one way or another about their success.
So, he turned to Alph. Likely the only one who would take an interest, not to mention Gale simply respected him more. Alph was well traveled and independent, and though the term likely didn't exist yet, Gale thought he was cool.
But Gale hadn't realized he wasn't the only one feeling a pull to the hut, so he felt a little nervous about side tracking their quest. He didn't think about what he'd do if they didn't want to go check out the hut. It was just so... important. He had no choice but to go.