September 28th is much like the preceding week has been: wet.
Thankfully, though, the day's journey sees you meeting no one whatsoever on the muddy road. You leave the farmlands surrounding Dispairia behind and find yourselves traversing the barren, gently rolling scrublands again. Every now and then you pass the ruins of a farm, roadside inn or small fortress, which indicates to you that in the past this was a much more prosperous and heavily populated area. Now, the area is desolate and becoming wild again.
You camp again some distance off of the road. Again, the night passes quietly.