Nillas leads the ride southward. He follows a cart track most of the way, for about nine miles. He then leaves the tracks and head east on an overgrown trail. On the way he tells you more about his mothers stories.
"My ma always used to tell us kids to stay away from them crypts. Most people in this area like to pretend they are not there, 'cause of their bad reputation and all. No trouble has ever surfaced there before though, so when I grew up I just dismissed it as old-wives tales. I am not so sure anymore..."
You pass several homesteads on your way, most of them look abandoned, and some are even burned down. Nillas explains that some of the homesteads have been empty for years now, but not all. It is a couple hours before you arrive at your destination; the hills.
Before you, the trail winds past a low, rounded hill dotted with jutting boulders and dense briar patches. Sere grasses crown its barren slopes. Beyond this first rampart, a long chain of rugged hills stretch away to the south and the east - the Dagger Hills. The trail turns here and continues south, skirting the lower slopes.
Two old, small, stone buildings stand here in the shadow of the hill. The ruined shells of several more lie nearby, overgrown with tough brown grass. A niche has been cut in the hillside just past the two surface buildings. Within it, a stone door stands closed in a masonry alcove.
"The crypts." Nillas silently exclaims. "I'm not planing to stay around here for long, 'tis too scary. I'll be setting up camp back on the cart track. There's an old, abandoned windmill just north of where we left the track, I'll be there the next five days if you need me. Then I'll head back north to Dagger Falls and Lord Morn. Good luck friends!" With that he waves to you all and heads back the way you came.
