November 13th, The Stead of Beck
The night is cold, but the blankets warm and the bedding thick.
You arise at dawn feeling refreshed. Food arrives shortly after you finish dressing, as do several visitors. The Housecarl and his blackbearded assistant. Sean and his wife, Alanna. They apologise for the lack of ceremony, but give you their blessings. In the light of day, Sean looks even more drained and pale, and seems to lean heavily on the arm of his raven haired wife. Slender and beautiful, she seems to have enough strength for both of them, and then some.
Sean and his wife do not stay long, leaving the Housecarl and his companion to see you off. As mount up, the Housecarl gives you some final directions.
"Take the eastern path to the river that marks the boarder between Analand and the Hills. It lies about an hour from here. The path will take you to a ford. From there take the northerly path to Cantopani, a small settlement of traders - although most are rogues and thieves - which should be no more than an hour or so beyond the river. From Cantopani onwards there are three routes to through the Birritanti to Khare, a cityport on the Jabaji river. They will all be equally as treacherous I imagine, so you will have to use your best judgement when the time comes.
"May the gods grant you good luck and a safe arrival."
The early morning air is crisp, and the rising sun paints the land in colours of natural beauty, which only serve to remind you of how dark the road ahead is reputed to be.
ooc: Marching order and any preparations, items to hand, etc please.