Overnight the temperature drops to 23F and the clouds thicken. When you get up in the morning the wind has picked up and it is snowing.
Rage sets to work memorising her spells, and you set about breaking camp.
It takes you most of the day to get everyone, your steeds and chattels across the river.
Finally, though, by late afternoon, everyone is across without incident. It is still snowing. There is 6" of snow on the ground. The wind chill makes it feel like it is 12F.
You proceed to the road, which at this point runs north - south, paralleling the east bank of the Mississippi. To the north is Bridgewater, where you had your recent difficulties on the bridge. To the south is Riverland, the Imperial Road, and your destination: Saltar.
Carburator says, "I would like about half a day in town to see if I could do something to help. Maybe help the families of the fallen somehow. Do you all mind waiting?"
"We will set up camp around here and start off in the morning. Do you think you can make it back to us by morning or are you going to need more time than that?"
Rage frowns. "The plan, I had thought was for you and I to teleport into the area and see what we could learn, and make donations to the fallen, if appropriate. We can do that tomorrow, after I have relearned my spells and scanned the area."
"Carburator, is that okay with you? Rage, if that is the case, the rest of us will continue on our journey and you can catch up with us. Unless that poses a problem for you."
You settle down, then, and camp the night. By the time the snow peters out there is 8" of it on the ground.
The night passes quietly.