northwards

"I have heard rumours of Dwarvish settlements in the mountains northwards. Are your kind welcoming to outsiders?" Jorrik asked Dyvia.

He pulled his cloak around him in an attempt to keep out the cold. It didn't work. For the past few days, his new companions were a welcome change from the Legion, eccentric as some of them were. Gods knew how their paths had crossed. That giant though, he kept giving him the stink-eye. Jorrik made sure his sword was always within reach, just in case Erik tried anything. Not that it would do much good against that hammer... He hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Jorrik searched for any tracks of any recent travellers on the ground, then looked for high ground to see for any sign of settlements.