"Alright, I'll lead the way then. Keep a watch out though, if I miss something, I certainly hope one of you notices it. Ne'r know what could happen on a trek."
After two days of travel along the road (mark off rations and such), Gur calls out, "Alright, off the road, get your walking shoes on. It's woodsin time."
With that, Gur starts to walk off the side of the dirt road leading to Allimon, at a very slight angle towars the forests. As he approaches the treeline, he calls out, "Should be able to make it through here with that mule, er horse, or whatever it happens to be. Just keep up with me, we have to cross the stream still, and it'll be a little deep. It's about 3 miles from this point, just a little ways off from the water. Don't make too much noise, I've seen some nasty snakes in these woods, and I wouldn't want to anger one."
Continuing off the beaten path, Gur leads everyone and their load-bearers through a thicket of forest. Soon enough, everyone comes upon a small stream, about three feet deep at the center, and 10 feet across at the smallest point. Gur claims, "This is a salmon stream, they come jumping up through here all the time during spawning season. Make sure that if you see a bear you tell me, theres this one bear I've been after 'fer a long time."
"Anyone got any ideas 'fer crossen the stream? Shouldn't be too tough, but some of you small folk might have a problem."