It is early! So early the sun has still not shaken the evening mist off the land. The horses seem spritely and awake, and the stable-boy was delighted by the extra silver he received for the excellent care he had taken of them.
But it was EARLY, and Jovik had a headache. His plan, a good plan, had rather fallen apart when he found out that by the time he dragged Jokad out of the inn after their fourth final drink, the only other inn in town was closed for the night, and the innkeeper was neither happy nor accommodating when awakened and asked by two rather drunken individuals to provide rooms for the night.
So back to the old place, and four hours of sleep, before Danth and Kael had come knocking.
Four hours.
Not enough sleep even for a Shoanti, and certainly not enough for an itinerant rogue. Still, the amazing breakfast had helped, and Jovik was pretty sure that if he could just tangle his left arm tightly around the rein of his horse he could probably snatch another hour or two of sleep before the break for lunch.
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The simplest route to Fort Rannick is along the old road that leads along the bank of the Skull River. The road crossed an old wooden bridge to the western shore about three miles north of Turtleback Ferry, and from there headed all the way up to the impressive Thassilonian ruin known as Skull's Crossing - an old stone dam of immense size that holds back the waters of the Storval Deep.
A side road branches off from the dam about three miles on, and a crooked wooden sign pointing up the trail proclaims "Fort Rannick"
The wooden bridge is crossed easily, but then things take a turn for the worse.
OOC: I need a PERCEPTION check from the most alert individual. Normally this is probably Jovik, but he is not quite at his finest, so someone else please!