BRASH GREETING
Teflar studied the sign " I think we should head north to Zastion or Tolx. Zastion would be my first choice, though going through Tolx would bring us east a bit more and perhaps we could check out leads without losing our trail too much. Either direction suits me well and will lead to a town where we can refresh and rest for at least a little while." He glanced up into
the sky; the sun falling on his face and glinting off his chain shirt. Hebron smiled " Gentlemen, perhaps we will find our answers in Tolx after all. These people we follow would probably not show their faces in a town. Yet they would certainly need provisions. We might even find some information yet undisclosed."
The rest of the fellowship agreed with the archer while resting on rocks and rubbing their feet after the lengthy journey. 7 PM: The route was better paved, yet slimmer, at this stretch of the road. The group walked three abreast and found the last mile leading to the town landscaped to the fittings of the community. Brightly-painted, even-spaced lampposts held candled orbs that swung gently in the evening's cooling breeze.
The sproutings of spring were seen as the rare orgorta shoots were budding in the rich mud adorning the curls of the trail. At last, they reached their destination for a wooden sign up ahead welcomed them: TOLX TOWNSHIP. In front of the village, various workers quickly loaded and sorted official crates onto immense wagons. As StarPoint Raven approached, a few of the proletariat were startled and halted their moil. Sharply, they were thrown back to their jobs by the barking words of a burly man who clutched a barrel against his chest. A few of the asses were spanked into movement and quickly wheeled their stock to another destination. Abruptly, the bearded man dropped his cask to the ground and called a dozen armed guards to him. He stoutly approached the adventurers, but held caution in his eyes.
While the others weighed the options lain forth to them, Torynth took opportunity to defend his intentions of leading the group on a scamper away from possible combat. It seemed the ranger was none to pleased about the occurance and complained about it hours afterward.
Gulius watched as the monk and ranger exchanged points of view
" Not to be messing in yer affairs friends, but I can't be sitten here while we falls apart. Let's just agree now that whatever our surroundings should be, the person with the most uhh... err..." Gulius scratched his head. His eyes then lit up as the vocabulary caught up to him "...knowledge, should be the one to lead us through the situation."
Splendor stared into the southern portion of the bog. Slowly he turned to Gailwind " Master of Awnhall, do you have a specific map of this crossroads and may I see it?"
The lorist nodded and gave the sorcerer a scripted parchment laced with multicolored inks. As Glade read the plat, he sent Moonshade off on a glide south above the scraggly trees.
The ranger, not finding much save scuffled tracks amid the centerpoint, led the party northeast in file towards Tolx.
" And what would strangers being doin' walkin' the dangerous road at night? And from where I might say?" He wiped his forearm across his sweaty forehead and eyed the group's weapons with utmost suspicion.
" They might not be wantin' our fresh supplies now would they?" A couple of the rear chaperones aimed large crossbows at the front line of Nerendil, Teflar, and Vaedamir.