Deeper into the Gaskar Hills
The wizards continue their mindless banter as they make their way further south along the nameless river in search of the White Fist Orcs. After ten more miles, the stream narrows significantly, and it could almost be waded across now. About 8 miles further, and even the term "stream" is really too generous to apply to the thin, anemic flow. Cappizzio sees what appears to be the remains of an old campfire or watchfire shortly after this, and the stream finally almost totally peters out.