After making their preperations, the party sets out for Travensburg, descending from the hilly forest towards the open, fertile planes of the valley. As the hours pass, the stalks of wheat grow thicker and taller and the occasional signs of habitation can be seen, from small farmsteads and tracks in the soil (Tarowyn) to dropped tools and weapons and the occasional gravestone. But no sound rises to support the idea that anyone works the fields currently; its all dead silence.
Around late afternoon, the outlying cottages of the villiage of Travensburg become visible some 300ft in front of you. No signs of movement are apparent. About a mile north of the town and the same distance northwest of the party, you can see the faint outlines of the hills where you (excepting Norri) traveled in pursuit of the bandits that plagued Travensburg all those weeks past and where you discovered the vestiges of what were once Dwarven mines and burial caverns.
Dusk is settling over the valley, the sun settling early in acknowledgment of the oncoming winter. Stars bespeckle the sky.