It was market day in Lamid, the regional center of the Eyefjell Valley and a key food provider for the southern metropolis Indar. Along the waterfront, ferries powered by brawny wollipeds crisscrossed the Rime River, bringing carts and wagons to the eastern landings. All through town, triaxians, gnomes, and elves bustled towards their destination, while an odd dragonkin or two could be spotted flying overhead. And in the Town Square, dozens of stalls hawked egg-gourds, jugana fruit, and five different kinds of shellfish. Staying in a bar until near sunset to beat the heat, Aught and Podrick also heard that a theater troupe had arrived in town to perform a play, and Mayor Geoff Bresnik himself plans to attend.
After departing Lamid, Aught and Podrick began their hike to the smaller town of Kiltar. The track to Kiltar is still heavily rutted from the rains of three weeks ago, so the six-mile path took the flopping poet-whale and his plodding bearlike companion a couple more hours than anticipated. When they arrived at the inn, Podrick flung a purse of silver at the innkeeper and collapsed into the dragonkin stall to sleep.
Aught had hoped to reach the Overlook of Angels some time before midnight the next day, where he would monitor the health of the ley lines and check for graffiti. With Podrick moving only under his own power, though, the Keeper was beginning to think they might not reach the Overlook until the day after. He stayed outside the rest of the night, brooding on this.
In the morning, the cetakin and Keeper went inside for breakfast and to watch people eat breakfast (respectively). They noticed a serpentine sky-priest and a burn-scarred triaxian eating at a central table, along with a trio of triaxian women digging into shyrtak roots and eagle eggs by the window and the weary-eyed innkeeper from the night before conversing with a brown-scaled laialar.
As Aught and Podrick sat/laid down, they couldn't help but overhear the sky-priest and triaxian discussing the same Overlook they'd journeyed to see . . .
After leaving the town about midday to beat the crowds, Sachak Iskalar and Horn made swift progress along the Upper Rime. Around midafternoon, they stopped at a riverside shrine to Desna, which appeared to not have been kept up since Sachak's last visit. The sky-priest left a few rations in the cache and dusted the bird droppings from his goddess' statue, then ushered Horn back on the track. As the sun set, they came to the Kiltar inn, ate supper, and paid for private rooms upstairs.
In the morning, the companions ordered breakfast and re-packed for the journey to Forestdal. They'd ford back onto the western side of the river a couple miles north of there, then push on through Hallowfeld and get to Glacier that night. Horn was slightly nervous about the Eyefjell Glacier - he was not used to such cold, and worried about the strange winter-beasts that sometimes rise up out of the snow. Sachak assured him that they could best any threats in the mountains, but perhaps another climber or two would convince those threats to leave them alone entirely . . .
The four of you are all in the same inn common room and have the same destination in mind. We'll do a bit of RP here (hopefully joining the groups together, but there's a chance for that later as well) and then fast-forward again.