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Two weeks on the road, through the farmlands of Rostland. It’s still cold at this time of year but the first signs of spring are on their way. The land is turning green. The worst of the snows are over and, despite the persistent drizzle that has followed you since you left Nivatka’s Crossing six days ago, you can feel life returning to the world after the harsh northern winter.
The journey has been uneventful. From Restov you travelled west and south, passing through tiny hamlets and the small town at the crossing of the River Shrike. It was here that Maegar Varn’s men turned south a week previously, marching into the Nomen Heights. Onward you travelled, passing the mountains to the south, finally leaving them behind as you approached the Greenbelt.
Rostland, Brevoy and civilisation recedes into the distance as you near your initial destination – your entry point to the wild lands. A small trading post on the South Rostland Road sits at the northerly edge of the Greenbelt. Run by an old Rostlander named Oleg Leventon, it is the last outpost of Brevic influence before the vast wilderness opens up before you.
The sun is just dipping below the horizon as you approach the trading post. Through the rain, you can just make out the rooftops of a number of structures within the sturdy, fifteen foot, wooden walls. The solid looking gates are firmly shut but a large bell hangs from a rope outside.