Smashed World, Part II


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Lorcan finds out that most of the things suitable for burning have already been collected. With Durban's meager assistance, however, they find some dried animal droppings that will do as fuel for the fire, even if the odor isn't the best possible.
 

Well pleased with his finds, Lorcan sits by the now smelly fire and eats another of his trail rations before settling down on guard.

"I'll take first watch."
 

Durban

"And I volunteer for the middle watch."

Durban then rolls himself in his blanket, with shortsword sheathed under the pillow.
 



Twice! Twice I've started writing the post for this but had to leave before I got it finished and then forgot. Maybe I'll get it this time, nobody'll probably disrupt me at 2.16AM.

The night goes well, none of the watches noticed anything.
(Speeding things up) The party quickly eats their breakfast and mounts to get on with the trip.
An hour before midday, the group climbs a small hill and can see the Coast, a city resting on the shores of the lake in the middle of the Valley (Now, was that a long sentence). Behind it, the lake glistens in the sunlight, showing darker spots where a ship is sailing it.
The party should get there with a couple of hours' steady ride.
 



Lorcan looks down on the city, a smile spreading across his face.

"Ah, a fine sight." He stares out across the lake, admiring the scenery. After a few moments, he drags his attention back to the rest of the party.

"So, shall we descend to the town? I for one will be glad of a softer bed than the ground." He nudges Ceinwen forwards, and heads along the road towards the city.
 

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