The group gets a fitful sleep. Though nothing unnatural comes during the night, nerves are still a bit jittery.
OOC: I think everyone heals to max w/ all normal and paladin-based healing. Or close enough.
The morning is cool, not unusual for north Karrnath. The group once again sets to the north. The path is lonely, the country still large and open, its population still recovering the wartime plague. It is an hour before they reach their destination when they start seeing structured plots and farms. The occasional lone farmer looks on with a little suspicion, but gives a silent nod to any given greeting. When asked, one—with a tongue thick with syllabant sounds—says "Beer north. Market time today."
Alechester is not a large settlement, but it is quite busy in the late morning as you arrive. Lots of large carts, a strange sled that seems to rest part in/part out of the stone, and even a small airship are seen. Brews may have been right about not a lot of people knowing about this place, but enough did. And those that did surely had coin.
OOC: Yay, your here! Now what?
