As breakfast is served, Riverwind eats and looks away to the destination. Into the east.
As breakfast is served, Riverwind eats and looks away to the destination. Into the east.
Approaching the young human, Drakkor lingers nearby for a second before interrupting his thoughts. His voice is low as he tries not to let the conversation drift to the others.
"Do you think you can lead us back to the ancient city? Get us in the same way you did? What do you think about all this...stuff? This all started with you. Can we finish this...quest? Whatever you want to call it."
"I think I can, yes," says Riverwind. "I think we can finish the quest, although the dragon is beautiful beyond imagining."
"Beautiful? Ha! I guess it's reassuring to know that the winged monster that'll likely tear us limb from limb'n eat us is beautiful," Ahto says to no one in particular.
He finishes the last of his breakfast, shoulders his pack, and waits patiently for the rest of the part to finish.
How far is the city of XAx Tsaroth from Darken Wood, Forest Master? the White Robe inquires as he prepares himself to leave.
How far is the city of XAx Tsaroth from Darken Wood, Forest Master? the White Robe inquires as he prepares himself to leave.
"Twenty miles."
"And how far to the forests edge?" Varis adds
"And how far to the forests edge?" Varis adds
"Three miles."
”Then we should get moving. Thank you again Forest Master. I can only hope we might meet again somedayin a less trying time.”
"You have been a most gracious host, Forestmaster," Ahto says in Dwarvish, bowing deeply at the waist to the unicorn. "May your forge burn ever bright."
"Thank you," says the Unicorn.
The White Robe hesitantly asks Forest Master, if I could be so bold, would it be possible for me to touch just the tip of your foot?
The forestmaster says, "Let it be quick."
The White Robe meekly approaches the unicorn and bowing to the ground, touches the tips of his fingers to the Forestmaster's hoof.
This is a great honor, especially among the elves! he says. Thank you Forestmaster.
"You're welcome," says the Forestmaster.
"Let's get movin' before we wear out our welcome," Ahto says. "Or the Old Gods decide to send a swarm of hornets to chase us all the way to Xak Tsaroth."
Smiling, Drakkor nods.
"Agreed.
Okay, as you pick up and head towards the Forest's Edge, being only three miles away, you meet nothing of the forest. Darken Wood contains many dangers, but it's also the domain of the Forestmaster.
When you enter the plains of Abyssinia, you see smoke on the horizon. It seems that the barbarians have completed their hunts, and are cooking what they brought home.
You are still on target for Xak Tsaroth, and it will take you two days to get there.
We will do our best to travel quickly, but under the radar.
You know the road to Xak Tsaroth better than anyone, Riverwind, lead us here, please.
Riverwind nods, and takes point. "Follow me, I'll make sure you keep a low profile among us barbarians," he says.
Or if we are not careful, they might drop a fiery mountain on us. Haste is best. the half elf quips.