The first day passes quickly, and the group makes good time. The second is much the same. The area around Saor Ghabháltas is peaceful, in spite of the paucity of towns or even small villages. Once you round the southern end of Toil Shaor you are traveling south/southwest. As you enter the Sánspéir Mountains travel becomes considerably more difficult, and you don't make nearly as good a pace as you did through the valley pass. Still, your goal isn't that far into the mountains and Houwlou reckons your total travel time to be about the two weeks you were told to count on.
[sblock=OOC]You were actually told one week, but I've revised that after looking at my map.[/sblock]
Elevation increases, the temperature gets cooler even though it's still early summer and the air gets just a little more thin. Houwlou supplements your trail rations with local game and Kecil proves to be an excellent cook - he quickly takes over both morning and evening meal preparation after Aodhán tries his hand at the conies the first evening and Houwlou suggests that simply eating the meat raw would be easier (and tastier as well).
Though all of you have heard stories of the dangers of travel in the Sánspéirs - and Houwlou and Aodhán have experienced some of those dangers firsthand - the journey goes remarkably smoothly . . . until you are about two days out from your destination.
In the wee hours of the morning of the 19th day of travel, Houwlou is standing his watch and he catches a very faint scent of musty canine. Stories and experience immediately bring gnolls to mind as he extends his muzzle, sensitive nose sampling the breeze in vain for another whiff to confirm his suspicions.