It is August 31th before Raz, Farad, Aldarin, Humphrey, Britan and Kelar return.
While only late August, there is a definite air of autumn here. While the weather is warm (but overcast), the heavy cold snap has turned the leaves of the trees and killed much of the low lying ground cover.
McTavish greets them.
"'Bout time!" he snorts. "I'm almost out of beer."
Humphrey: "McTavish. With all that is happening back home, I believe we should finish this trip as soon as we can so we can get back home to help.
"But it seems strange things are happening everywhere."
Britan says, "So McTavish how much longer would you say it is before you get home because I know like everyone else that just came back has on there mind the possibility of war in the south, Not that I am trying to rush or anything just curious."
"It will be awhile yet...hopefully before winter sets in," replies the dwarf. "Shall we get on with matters, then? Time is passing."
"Looks like winter is already trying to set in, although the calender says differently."
Farad totes his bags, and says, "Lets go."
While we are travelling Farad will ask Raz what spells he obtained.
You break your camp of the last few months and pack up. The day is sunny and warm.
You are on the road by early afternoon...heading more or less east.
The land here is near flat...perhaps rising slightly to the east as you move away from the Mississippi. The landscape is covered with deciduous forest and meadow.
The afternoon passes quietly and you ride on for several hours into the evening before making camp under the stars.
The night is uneventful.