September 29th brings more rain. At least Ayazin is now able to function again.
You continue to slog eastward through the mud. The day is quiet, except for some distant wolf howls around noontime.
Illyana yawns. "Not much doing. How much longer until we hit the battlefields?"
"Too long, at this pace," McTavish grizzles. "Maybe we should have stayed on the main road."
Again, the night is quiet.