Awyrgan pushed the party forward at a quick pace for a day, letting them stopping once during the night to catch their breath. Most of them, Awrygan included, dozed for the short time he had allocated. Then they were off again, the rising sun peaking over the Eastern clouds. Once the sun was well on its way across the sky Awyrgan called a halt. Motioning Brytta over to him he pulled out a worn, hand-drawn map and laid it out on the ground. Picking up a stick he began tracing a path on the parchment in front of them.
"Here is the Old South Road." The stick jerked well off-course. "Here is where we met." He drew a line back towards the Road, making a small circle near what looked to be small rolling hills. "This is where we are at the moment. You say you want to get the the Northern Downs..." He paused, as if mulling over the possibilities in his mind. "If we continue in this direction," the stick moved northwest, "we should cross the Greyflood within little more than a days time. Unless we slow our pace which we may need to do depending on supplies."
"Once we cross the River I will head directly north through the South Downs. The walk is more pleasant than on the Road." He said nothing of it being harder to track, but the thought was evident in his eyes. "From there we'll have to cross through some marshes, but it can be done without too much difficulty as we are all on foot. Once we pass the Weather Hills we should be about at your desired location. from there, you'll be on your own again."
He straightened up. A stream was running nearby, and he dispatched Rochil and Liol to fill the groups waterskins. Some minor redistribution among the company's packs was done and then they were off again.
[ August 26, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]
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