After a night under the stars, you continue on your way the next morning. It is the third day of Goodmonth. The road continues to be easy to follow...as it heads east southeast. The lands are becoming steadily more arid, but every now and then you come across small streams and rivers, so you do not go thirsty.
By midday, the road has turned south, when you find your way blocked by a river. It is shallow, and easily forded. A trail heads east-northeast along the north bank of the river at this point. You ford the stream, top up your waterskins, and continue.
South of the river the road rapidly deteriorates to little more than a rutted trail. The shoreline of Woolly Bay curves back to the south-southwest, and you continue to parallel it. You have not encountered another traveller since you left the City-State of Hardby.