Morning comes and you pack your gear, ungag the witch and give her a horse.
She nods, frowns but say nothing, clearly she realize her situation and the failure of her task. Knowing the temper of the Kettish people she will probably never show her face in her country if she cares for her life.
She rides quickly on the other way, soon to disappear.
The party march on along deep crevices until the road descends into a green snowy valley surrounded with white capes mountains, in the middle of the valley, the road splits to the north east and the north west (J12.5). According to the map, the north-west path leads to the valley of the savage mountain tribes, where hopefully you suspect the secret entrance to the caves won't lay.
You camp in the forested valley and besides non-hostile wild animals the night is passing quietly.
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First Sunday, Planting 2/4/600
A windy, but shiny day welcomes you in the morning.
"Ulaa smiles to us friends" *God of Mts.
You heard the line more then a dozen during this day, even the grumpy old dwarf got good days among his bad tempered ones.
Walking along forested white valleys and numerous lakes, the road proceeds to the north, the day ends when you camp to the shores of one of the partially iced lakes and to the feet of a snowy wooded slope. (I8 on the map)
I guess we have two days left until we reach to #5
Says Gorash
Darn with that … the skies to the west are gray and rain shall be upon us in the next days, tomorrow we are going to leave the main road to Perrenlands and march on the north-eastern path, we are going to venture into the dangerous parts of the Yatils, so be ready and prepare your gears … the weather is not going to be on our side, it seems Ulaa is signaling us …
With that the dwarf goes to the lake to fill his pots with fresh icy water.
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First Moonday, Planting 3/4/600
Few weak showers begin to pour from the gray skies as you leave the icy lake behind you, two hours later you come upon the road split, you take the rocky path that climbs up along a river that feeds the lakes in the valleys you left.
Damn all! curse upon those mountains.
Calls the dwarf angrily and spits on the floor 4 times.
Bad luck is upon us.
He says and points forward to a big rockslide, to the left and down there is a 15 ft. deep cliff that ends with a rocky river, to the right jets a tall cliff which disappear into the low stratus clouds.
Its looks like an old avalanche has partially blocked the trail at this point, it will require several hours to safely get past such a place.