Jacoby
Jacoby of Amberlea |
Outside Amberlea, Mitea
Ambrus said:
Jacoby's intention is to spend the rest of the day packing his things and saying goodbye to his family and friends. He'll tell people about his plan if they're curious and he'll listen to any advice they have to offer him, although he won't mention anything about Amberlea burning. In the morning, he'll set off to head upriver. Once he's a leagues or two out of town he'll stop and spend a few hours training Amber before resuming his journey into the pass. He'll try to hunt some small game along the way with her help, using his sling with some river stones to bring it down.
As Jacoby was readying to leave for the mountains, Pa came to say goodbye. He was dressed, as always, in overalls and a simple shirt. The omnipresent scent of smoke emanated from the cob pipe in his mouth. Pa puffed a few times as he watched his son ready for the journey.
"Jake," he said. "It's dangerous you know. Up there, those mountains... I've heard tell... monsters and such."
Pa grabbed a sack of rations and supplies and settled it firmly on Amber, the riding dog. "You be mindful. Following a strange dream like this... I've no experience in such things, and no advice to offer. Just be careful. I know that you
see things differently than the rest of us, and I'm proud of it, and of you."
With that, Pa gave Jacoby a few coins and sent him northwest and towards the river, where he would eventually find Cadwynn's Pass.
...
It was a long ride, longer than Jacoby would have imagined, until he met the river. It was brisk and tempestuous, a current rather unforgiving to the unwise fellow who might try to cross. Jacoby, however, remembered that an old bridge was located not far from this spot, and moved upriver to find it.
After an hour or so, Jacoby found Old Watter's Bridge, a stone construct that looked as if it was more than two centuries old. Still, being of Dwarven make, the bridge would be sturdy for another two centuries, and Jacoby crossed the river without incident.
It was getting to be late afternoon, and Jacoby and his dog started to look for a place to camp. The Wourn Mountains loomed to the east, forming a wall beyond which nothing could be seen. To the northwest, not far away from the mountains, was a small Mitean village, of which Jacoby did not know the name. It might be possible to lodge here before continuing on, or perhaps Jacoby should just continue into the mountains and seek a place to camp just before nightfall.
What does Jacoby do?