It was at 5:12 PM
And so the journey begins. Surprisingly, or maybe not, the elderly Thernous was coming with them for this long and dangerous journey, and even offered to be their coachman.
The wagon was impressively spacious, drawn by two warhorses and two large bulls. It certainly gives off the impression of anything but 'ordinary and 'inconspicuous' it makes Jazdia rather perplexed. But the bear could be fitted in easily, along with three more people, so that was perhaps what... they needed?
There was some discussion between Thernous and his grandson, detailing the ferry crossing being out of service/ It seemed we would be taking the usual road now.
Time to go.
Miles and miles passed and it had been an uneventful journey so far. Unsurprising, considering they were still in a relatively 'safe' part of the nation, then again the couple Erwin and Louise, and Varya the elf and Yvonne volunteered to be their outriders, making the journey safer.
For herself, Jazdia had opted to sit beside the man himself. There were not many words exchanged between the two except a few impersonal questions to kill boredom.
The sun was completely out now when they arrived at Hdur. There, they made a brief stop to swap the steers with more horses to speed up their cruising speed.
During their stop, Jazdia considered contacting Baker, if not for some of his equipment, then for his pastries. But perhaps not letting him now was the best. There would be too many questions asked and possibly information leakage.
The bridge was ahead, the same bridge that once was the subject of Cedar's overgrowth spell. It has been repaired now with new supports and masonry, but the unnatural formation of plants was still spreading on its footing, dormant now.
Past the bridge. Thernous retreated into the carriage to rest, and had Solomon replaced him. The convoy maintained its speed with occasional gallop whenever possible.
The convoy was still going, but realistically they couldn't keep cruising through the country non-stop. Though Solomon seems to be unburdened by fatigue or boredom, the horses and the outriders need a proper rest, It was decided that they would be looking for a campsite now, and they picked a spot not too far from the road, surrounded by thin vegetation, yet protected by a small hill, on a stony shelf with a rock-wall behind them, in which there was a shallow cave, a mere scoop in the cliff. There was a small river running nearby, but the water was clean.
The campfire was lit, and the tent was erected. It was 1:31 when Jazdia opened her pocket watch. They were some 11 miles away from Fanghorn, and 23 miles away from Pesti.