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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gray Shade" data-source="post: 2649352" data-attributes="member: 32340">Setting off on the Journey . . . and a quick journey it is.As usual, he did not have to wait long.  I came into the room, adorned with treasures if not of immense value, of unique flavor, carrying a silver platter with a decanter of hot Jasmine and Vanilla tea.  I poured him a cup, then retrieved Bessie from the un-burned end of a length of silk rope which he had been practicing with a few nights earlier, when in a particularly depressed mood about the lack of delving activity.In any case, I also brought in the maps that a boy had brought from the rat-man of Delve #52.  I helped Dongle clear his table, and then set the maps and notes out for him to exam.  As he got started, I retrieved relevant atlases and charts from the master's private reserve of maps (of which he'd managed to collect quite a few, and of which I was the curator).  I brought his maps first so that he could compare them and secondly, so that I could begin copying any information in the rat-man's maps that were not already contained in his collection.  This small thievery was never mentioned by Dongle or I, as we both understood it to be a simple matter of future self-preservation and not a matter of material gain.Once he'd gone over the maps, we collected the ones that would be relevant and with a bow, I took them to my cartography chamber to copy and prepare.Two hours later, while Dongle ate a nice, hot lunch of lamb shanks and wheat bread with honey, I worked with Roddy preparing our horses and gear.  While the master went to change to his travel clothing, Chef Cauliwonkle Copperpot snuck me a quick lunch.  I savored every bite, as I'm sure so did the master, as it would be our last meal served with finery for at least a week, we knew.About the time the sun hit its zenith we left the house.  It was not the best time of day to start a journey, but if we were to meet with the Grig and get what information he had, we had no choice but to leave as soon as we could.  We rode fine, healthy, strong, lean horses, but riding horses.  The master did not bother to train on the use of warhorses, and of course, neither did I.  Dongle always claimed that to have trained would have simply taken up too much space in his head better spent on skills he would use, and that when he started finding dungeons designed for horsemen, he would consider changing his attitude.The rest of that day passed without note, as did the second day.  When we stopped to camp on the second night, we could make out the thick black brush line of the Twisted Forest, and the small, smooth blob of Black Keep about another four hours away by the moonlight.*     *     *OOC: Is there anything Dongle wants to do before the journey or during the rest of the first day or all of the second.  Also, I assume you don't want to ride extra late just to get up next to the forest and keep before nightfall, when, instead you can get up early, and meet the Grig right on time.  Oh, and I will be providing relevant maps . . . well, when relevant (look for them Friday night when I have the time to sketch them up and scan them).</blockquote>

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