The party falls into position, Ironwolf out front with Mikal, Hulgyr towards the rear, and Michael where-ever his horse pleases. The day passes quietly. Mikal leads the party east until they reach a small but swift-flowing river. Its banks are steep and the bed rocky. Mikal heads south for a mile, where he fords the river and turns north east. Its clear he knows the area well.
The day remains overcast.
That night it begins to rain. By morning, everything is dripping wet. Its not too cold, but it is miserable. Around noon a couple of sheep appear in the distance. Then some more. Then a couple of shepherds with two large dogs. They change course to intercept the party.
Mikal slows his horse and turns to look back at the party. "Do you want to stop?" the look says.