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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 6368813" data-attributes="member: 8243">Day Six, morning, on the way to the CastleThe new day breaks grey and confused. Light showers give way to bright sunlight, all pushed hurriedly along by a blustery wind. Not the most endearing travelling weather, but at least the route to the castle is easy enough to find. As is finding someone willing to show it to you. At least, willing up to a point.You follow the road out to the quarry. Regularly travelled by wagons carrying loads of stone, it is easy enough to follow, if a little rutted and muddy. Just before arriving at the quarry, you take a right down a track that takes you east. Another hour or so brings you to the house of Jayel, one of the town's woodsmen. A thin wisp of smoke drifts from the chimney. This is also as far as your guide will go. Before they turn around to head home, they point out the towers and walls of Castle Brockendale about four to five miles away, rising above the trees, a dark outline against the grey unsettled sky.Beyond the house, the track becomes little more than a vague recollection of past journeys. The land becomes more undulating, and more heavily wooded as you leave behind the grazing areas of the steadings and surrounding farms. A couple of miles further on you spot another party of travellers, a small merchant caravan, about half a mile or so to the north. They are heading south-west, roughly towards the village. [1] There are a dozen people along with half a dozen heavily laden mules. About half of the party appear armed and armoured, two of the others ride mules while the last four walk alongside the animals. You can ignore them if you wish, although you will probably have to swing round to the south if you want to try and slip past unnoticed.[sblock=OOC][1]Their current direction of travel would have taken them a couple of mile north of the castle.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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