With some quick thinking on Ceodric's part, combined with the skill, smarts, and athleticism of the others, a plan is devised.
Using ropes, one of the boats, and a woodcutting axe, the party manages to quickly eliminate the blockage in the river, chopping the tree in several sections until a path can be cleared.
"Wow," Belgo said, "You all cleared that in no time!"
"Impressive work indeed," Lindar echoes.
Which it was. The work is completed in less than half and hour, and in the backs of their minds, the company began to realize that they synergize well together.
The remainder of the journey went without incident, though the rowing was difficult and the forest canopy somewhat oppressive as they paddled further into the woods. Finally, the watergates of the Woodland Realm were in sight, and although every aching muscle was keenly felt, it was a good ache. The ache of a journey well traveled, for a worthy cause.
"Hail, Baldor," the gate guard calls, "The Elvenking welcomes you back to his halls. And who among you speaks for the newcomers?"