After spending another rather damp and unpleasant night camped in the scrublands of Nolthen, you awaken this morning to find that it is...raining. At least the temperature rises into the low 70s, which compensates for matters slightly.
For once the day's trek is uneventful. The rain falls steadily and the umpleby trails along behind you, coughing, snorting and wheezing. Above you, through the occasional break in the mist and rain you catch glimpses of Raz's squadron of vultures...ever hoping for another barbequed feast.