Never
Ending Journey
1/15/10,121 - Thailot Foothills
As the sun climbs over the mountains behind them, a light frost on the ground, the four weary friends scramble up the far side of the River Marchant's bank. Pausing only briefly to break their fast & discuss the death of the shaman & emergence of the demon, they decide to abandon the foothills & head out onto the plains.
Under the slow but endless pull of the hornbulls, the wagon gradually crawls onto the plain. Tharla, whilst taking a break from her sled, casts an identification on the shamans broach, which turns out to be the talisman of an absorption spell, pleased with the result she wipes away the dried blood & pins it to her cloak.
Several uneventful & dusty days later their route leads them across the raised levy which runs beneath the route of the sky city, high above an eagle & its rider mournfully trace the floating cities route, the rider pays little, if any, attention to the travellers below. Passing a watchtower along the Bilsinx - Thailot stretch of the tower they again go unmolested however the flash of mirrors from the tower goes unnoticed.
With food running low Molin's falcon sees plenty of action & supplements their supplies with coney, ptarmigan & the occasional hare.
Late in the afternoon a vast herd of hornbull slowly trudge across their path, many with elaborately decorated horns, in the midst of the herd armed with lance & bolas can be seen their nomadic guardians riding upon the backs of sleek young bulls. Behind the heard are many wagons of every conceivable size, shape & colour. Stopping to watch the passage of the plains drifters the friends decide to seek the hospitality of the herders & approach the nearest of the nomadic outriders.
Kilite steps forward & greets the young rider but apart from dipping his lance & grinning at the four there is no exchange of pleasantries, glancing back to his friends Kilite shrugs & hopes the lance is merely lowered & not couched for the charge.