OOC: Herger realizes this region of the Northlands is mainly rolling hills and plains of swordgrass. The small woods in this area only top gently rising hills or fill small vales. The majority of the time, travel is across large swaths of plains that separate the small regions of wooded terrain. As for what is a good route, Herger is unsure. The distance to be travelled to Port Esben is hundreds of miles.
IC:
Kaela moves to Morn's side, leading Aislinn gently across the battle-torn ground. Kneeling, Aislinn places her hands on Morn. Thank you, small one. I have never met anyone like you...or Valurel. Even though I have been touched by the goddess, I still wish I could set my eyes on you. I have never seen an elf or thier kin with my eyes...and I don't think I ever will. I would rather you journey with us, rather than alone in this harsh country. In the faint luminescence surrounding Aislinn, Morn's wounds heal quickly and his life blood stops dripping into the soil. Her energy spent, Aislinn leans back into Kaela, breathing heavily. Tired. So tired. OOC: Morn is healed 8 points of damage.
OOC: What are the Heroes' plans?