"And Sehanine watch us on our journey," Nhalia adds.
*After gathering supplies, the group heads off. They travel at a steady pace, not too quickly to tire themselves, but neither slow enough to give much time to rest. They pass various other travelers--pilgrims, peddlers, merchant caravans, road wardens, and more.*
*Occasionally, they notice something more unusual. One night, there is the hooting of an owl off to the left, which Nhalia considers the omen of a death foretold.*
*However, despite any poor omens, before long theyeventually spot the immaculate white walls of Sundaria in the distance. It is just as impressive as all of the stories that Kel has heard since he was a lad, a bastion of wealth and culture amidst the plains on the bank of the great river.*