April 7th begins with a sleet storm, which ends after a few hours, after which the day is merely sullen. It is warmer, though; the temperature rises to 17F and the wind chill is only -9F.
As evening approaches you come to Calamlad, the capitol of this land. It is a town surrounded by a wooden palisade, on the edge of the Canabar Forest where it meets the Plains of Amlad. This place is the closest thing to a metropolis that Amlad has. Its people are mostly semi nomadic, spending the warm months of the year tending herds of cattle and horses on the prairie, and the winters in sheltered valleys along the northern flanks of the Mountains of Nlad to the south. Some of the best horses on the continent are raised here. It is a monarchy, and Amlad's king, Gaanthad the Bloody, rules from Calamlad. The king is on good terms with his halfling neighbours to the west, as well as Nlad to the south.
You are glad to take rooms in an inn in Calamlad tonight, escaping the cold.