The group gathered in the Red Dragon leave the inn to a overcast and overbearing morning. The sun rises behind the concealment of dark clouds, a breeze carries a chill in the air.
Leaving Orussus by the eastern road they begin the long trek towards Fallon. The road is well travelled, ruts forming in the road betraying the passage of many wagons and caravans into and out of the city. The walk begins to warm you as the first drops of rain begin to fall from the sky.
From behind, you hear the slow rumble of an approaching cart thundering along the road. As it approaches the driver, a well built man dressed in thick clothing and a long brown overcoat, smiles at you through his unkempt beard. "You look like you need a ride!" he shouts out to you.
Leaving Orussus by the eastern road they begin the long trek towards Fallon. The road is well travelled, ruts forming in the road betraying the passage of many wagons and caravans into and out of the city. The walk begins to warm you as the first drops of rain begin to fall from the sky.
From behind, you hear the slow rumble of an approaching cart thundering along the road. As it approaches the driver, a well built man dressed in thick clothing and a long brown overcoat, smiles at you through his unkempt beard. "You look like you need a ride!" he shouts out to you.
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