You are on the journey, on the way back to the Azuviir Castle. That is where final measurements and undeniable proof found that this family has a right to a nation. And proof will be measured, collected, and documented.

Eventually, it had been decided that you brave adventurers entered the tariff friendly town of Blackwell. Not all of you, or course, but just enough to avoid the 'small travelling group' fee and still bypass the over-charging 'Plodding Caravan' status. Unfortunately, the soldiers do not have a lot of money to spare, they have between them an average of 15 varre, and are not to keen on giving it up 11 days into the journey. The end result, was Ehzahl the Necromancer covered the rest of the soldiers’ needs, shrugging off the funds, commenting how he will likely be reimbursed at a later time.

Since leaving Blackwell with fresh supplies, it's been five weeks since you last felt a real pillow below your head, five weeks since you've had any worry of pickpockets coming too close. What else has happened? Mice in the saddlebags, some ticks here and there. As you traveled, winter suddenly snapped into spring. Just like the icy frost-maiden unclenching her fist, the snow started to melt. Finding high ground for your group to sleep upon was not a problem, but the sogginess of the ground and churned up mud, sure got old fast. Maintaining cleanliness to the levels you all would like, was compromised fairly quickly, even Valeska began pulling her hair back in a simpler style (though she still always smelled nicely of jasmine).

The soldiers as a whole are a fairly eager bunch, and though while a few of them initiate conversations with your heroic selves, the greater mass of them remains to themselves, intent on protecting and assisting Barth, taking shifts hunting, and checking on the horses welfare.

Over the last week, Barth has had to make frequent stops to make measurements, pace the ground, and do those things that an apprentice …err master cartographer does, scribing details into a ledger, while keeping several different maps of different scales.

Now, ahead of you is the first night in this time with the possibility of new stories and fresh outlooks. While a time of singing and dancing with a bunch of gypsy people may not seem too thrilling; the temperature is cool and comfortable, the sky is clear, clearly depicting spring constellations. The elven huntress is in full pursuit of the hydra, the warlord is eternally battling the warlock, along with many others filling the sky.