Going North

Timestamp: Plains north of Ostiarium

Sir Zane pushed you hard those first few days. Riding your horses to the limit of endurance.

When you break for camp at dusk everyone falls into automatic duties. Pitch tents that you will share, gather kindle and wood, prepare an evening meal and feeding your horses.

Later when you sit by the fire tucking into your meal Sir Zane breaks the silence.

"We are going over there..." He points to the distance behind his shoulder to a huge mountain range you start to see in the distance. " The place is home to a bunch of mountain clans." He looks at Alexis.
"We are on a diplomatic mission of sorts, so let's stay on our best behaviour and not rise to any challenges that can be avoided." He looked at Tarmen with a grin.

He tucked into the stew. "You have all heard that all expeditions into Arcadia have disappeared and that is true for the most part, but we have had more dealings with the natives that is common knowledge." He looks at the three of you. "It goes without saying that what you learn during this trip stays between us and our superiors." His gaze a warning that he brokers no dissent while on duty.