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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 1895614" data-attributes="member: 8243">November 13, into the Hills.The way to the river is simple enough, and you arrive at the river ford in good time. On the other side, you see two paths, on following the river south, the other going noreasterly into the hills. You turn your mounts towards the hills.The path winds through fields of wild scrubland.The countryside is deserted and the eerie silence is broken only by the cawing of an occasional crow. The birds appear to pause in the air to examine you as they pass and you feel uneasy in thier presence. The path takes you slowly upwards, and eventually you crest the top of a ridge, from the top of which you can see the path continueing down the other side to a small settlement of about 20 huts at the base of the Shamutanti Hills about a mile distant. The path runs directly through the village. Smoke rising from the huts, and the occasional barking of dogs tells you that the village is occupied.The land around the village is the same wild scrubland that you have been riding through since crossing the river. Here and there there are some small copses of trees. Passing around the village would be possible, although would require a sizable detour if you wish to remain unseen.</blockquote>