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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bront" data-source="post: 2924433" data-attributes="member: 19696">And so, our intrepid adventurers set out, four men on horseback, and one woman <s>with coconuts</s> on foot on the road heading east.The road seems rather busy at this time, with a caravan or group passing you going the other way every hour or two.  There seems to be discussion of some festival of some kind, and most of the people are smiling and offer a friendly wave as you pass.Traffic is less on the second day, though you still pass the occasional cart.  Early in the morning, you turn onto a road heading just west of south, and begin to make your way towards the Roars river crossing.By the end of the day, you arive at an ancient stone bridge spanning the Roars. The river is narrower here, only about twenty yards across, but it runs swift and deep beneath the bridge.  There is a clearing on the north side of the river not far from the bridge that seems to be oft used as a camping site.  A wide meadow provides enough space for several tents or wagons around a large fire pit. The meadow is adequately sheltered from the wind and prying eyes by a copse of trees. It set back from the road and river, yet it still stays within a short walk of both. At the entrance to the campsite from the road is a narrow knee-high stone pillar.</blockquote>