The wilderness you have been traveling through has been dangerous and without many people traveling your way. Scratches, tears and dirt cover you from your last encounter with a pack of hungry wolves. You destroyed the pack with precision of a group that knows how to work togther.
Yesterday you found a old overgrown road that looks like it has not be maintained in almost a hundred years. The raod is flat and level, with an occasional cobblestone that peeks up from the dirt road. Standing in front oa a cracked stone, a sign is engraved declaring that you are on the Kings Road. Winterhaven is near, although you notice quite a few footprints leading up and down the road. Many of the footprints look to be made by small, clawed feet...