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<blockquote data-quote="Rybaer" data-source="post: 1729783" data-attributes="member: 118">(ooc - Cool.&nbsp; Good to have you back.&nbsp; In case you haven't caught up reading this story, or if I wasn't very clear, Ys-Baddaden is still with the other characters.&nbsp; He's just been keeping a low profile.)The group makes camp several hours after parting from the litorians.&nbsp; Options are discussed and ultimately it is decided to press on with the primary mission and make for Sharden.Over the course of the next week, little of interest happens.&nbsp; No other litorians are encountered and there is virtually no sign of civilization on the broad plains.&nbsp; At one point, a trio of rhodin are spotted at great distance.&nbsp; They appear to have spotted the group, and they promptly flee into the Floating Forest upon realizing they've been seen.&nbsp; The group remains extra vigilant, but no more rhodin are seen.Finally, a dirt road is reached.&nbsp; According to Truthspeaker's map, this road starts to wrap around the north side of the Floating Forest and ultimately arrives at Sharden.&nbsp; It is likely no more than another day of travel to the town.Near sunset, a slow moving caravan consisting of half a dozen wagons complete with mules, drivers, and a pair of guards approaches from the direction of Sharden.&nbsp; They give the group a wary look, but the lead driven seems to relax at the sight of two giants.&nbsp; (It is almost unheard of for giants to engage in banditry.)&quot;Hail riders!&quot; the man on the front wagon calls out.&nbsp; He is human, probably in his late forties but still fit.&nbsp; He wears a nice leather vest and has a crossbow and sword within reach.&nbsp; The guards, both on foot, move up toward the front, each with a loaded crossbow held non-threateningly.&quot;I am Gregor Thod, of the merchant house Redbooth,&quot; he says.&nbsp; &quot;How fare your travels and what can you tell us of the conditions ahead?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rybaer, post: 1729783, member: 118"] (ooc - Cool. Good to have you back. In case you haven't caught up reading this story, or if I wasn't very clear, Ys-Baddaden is still with the other characters. He's just been keeping a low profile.) The group makes camp several hours after parting from the litorians. Options are discussed and ultimately it is decided to press on with the primary mission and make for Sharden. Over the course of the next week, little of interest happens. No other litorians are encountered and there is virtually no sign of civilization on the broad plains. At one point, a trio of rhodin are spotted at great distance. They appear to have spotted the group, and they promptly flee into the Floating Forest upon realizing they've been seen. The group remains extra vigilant, but no more rhodin are seen. Finally, a dirt road is reached. According to Truthspeaker's map, this road starts to wrap around the north side of the Floating Forest and ultimately arrives at Sharden. It is likely no more than another day of travel to the town. Near sunset, a slow moving caravan consisting of half a dozen wagons complete with mules, drivers, and a pair of guards approaches from the direction of Sharden. They give the group a wary look, but the lead driven seems to relax at the sight of two giants. (It is almost unheard of for giants to engage in banditry.) "Hail riders!" the man on the front wagon calls out. He is human, probably in his late forties but still fit. He wears a nice leather vest and has a crossbow and sword within reach. The guards, both on foot, move up toward the front, each with a loaded crossbow held non-threateningly. "I am Gregor Thod, of the merchant house Redbooth," he says. "How fare your travels and what can you tell us of the conditions ahead?" [/QUOTE]

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