Pulpatoon wrote:Aldus looks fretful and jumpy, this morning. He was born and bred in the city, and would honestly rather be there, now. "Have you see that young woman, Wolf... uh... Wulfka? I'll feel a lot better when I have someone with a vested interest in keeping my hide intact along for the ride."
thirdkingdom wrote:Thirdmonth, Secondday
Junction
The adventurers take their leave of Seneschal Beorthmac. There is some talk of seeking fishermen to interview, and more talk to try and persuade a farmer to let the mercenaries bed down in a fallow field or unused barn. Nothing comes of either proposal, though, and companions eventually retire for the night.
Thirdmonth, Thirdday
Junction
The sun rises, and it looks to be a beautiful spring day. Wulfka Ad is downstairs at the inn even this early, outfitted in her new gear and grinning foolishly. "I am yours to command, Sir Aldus."
Thirdmonth, Thirdday
The other side of the bridge
Trailing mercenaries behind them like a grim carnival parade, the adventurers cross the river. The bridge is largely done, and it's definitely safe to cross, at least in the middle, but the masons and carpenters are already hard at work this early taking care of a thousand smaller details. On the other side of the bridge a dozen soldiers are breaking their fast around a campfire that just barely manages to take the chill off the air. The bridgehead has the look of a semi-permanent fortification, hastily built but then gradually reinforced. There are three canvas tents that have been cobbled onto, a stone chimney in which the fire roars, and a wall of wooden timbers forms a semi-circle of about 200 feet, separating the camp from the woods beyond. Past the defensive wall the ground has been cleared for fifty yards or so, to make it difficult for the enemy to sneak up.
The road continues on through; on this side of the river it is poorly maintained and rough, little more than a track in some places. A grizzled soldier in chain, with insignia indicating he is a lieutenant, greets the adventurers. "It's going to be a nice day for traipsing through the woods, I think. Beorthmac sent us word yesterday to keep an eye out for you folks, said you were going to work on clearing the land around here. It's been quiet, so far, the past week or so. Every once in a while arrows get shot at us through the trees, or we see shapes lurking in the shadows, but mostly we just shoot back, or light a fire, and they don't do anything."