After two long, hot days of walking, Brytta's company had reached the heart of Dunland. The land was flat and open, a deserted plain without a tree in sight. Brytta was uncomfortable with the situation, knowing that it would be nearly impossible to hide if the need came.
Scanning the area ahead, Brytta spotted a faint cloud of dust. He could not pick out any movement, but the dust was spreading and heading toward the company. "Brytta, look ahead - what is that?"
"I see it, Aldwulf, I see it!" The frustration in Brytta's voice was evident, for if he did not know what the cloud was, the man had an excellent guess: Dunlanders.
Looking around him franticly, Brytta spotted a ditch about twenty yards from the road. "Everyone, follow me, quickly!" The group dashed over to it, diving into it after Brytta. By now the entire company had realized what was heading towards them; a column of Dunlanders, some of whom were on horseback.
The company scrunched down against the edge of the ditch facing the rode, as Brytta peaked over the edge. Sure enough, a group of nearly twenty Dunlanders was moving down the road, passing their current position. When it had passed the group let out one long sigh of relief.
"Well," Brytta said, "since we know that there are Dunlanders nearby, I propose to stay off of the road and follow along beside it, at least this far ahead of it." The others in his group agreed, and they set out once more.
But as the old South road neared Eregion, it began to curve to the west. Not being familier with the shape of the road, Brytta's company continued due north, eventually reaching the banks of a tributary of the Greyflood River, there was naught but a forest to the west of them. The Old South Road was gone.
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