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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 9630221" data-attributes="member: 59816">Sir Isteval stood tall as the others came through the portal. Somehow he looked younger and more vigorous than they'd seen him before, as if his youthful zeal for adventure had returned to him. This only lasted an hour or so, as they hiked out of the hills and found the Trade Way road heading south. It was clear that his wounded leg was causing him great pain, but he did his best not to slow the group down.A cold westerly wind came from the Sea of Swords, bringing a salty freshness to the day as they travelled among sparse trees along the old road. There seemed to be shockingly little travel on this day, and they only passed by a single woodcutter in their first hour on the road. He was travelling toward them with a mule and small wagon, loaded with gathered firewood. He stopped when he saw them and watched them approach, warily clutching at his spear that doubled as a walking stick.</blockquote>