Being a large metropolis, it is not difficult to find someone in authority. Finding some who cares, that is a different matter. The desk officers Kenn finds look at him with a look if disinterested non-interest, apparently all thinking they have something better to do. Apparently, no additional visas or such are needed for travel, but a tax on cart animals is levied. Khuhter mutters about handing over the 5 silver, but the law (as it is, is the law).
With everyone and everything gathered, the group is ready to leave Rekkenmark. The road north looks fairly straightforward, though Mardigan suspects he might find a shorter path through the wooded hills. [Kn: geography] It might regain some of their lost time, but it has its own risks. The road is the safe bet, however.
So, where would it be?