You all get on your horses and make your way towards Trivale. The desert is hot, but not unbearable. After a day, you see the mountains looming in the distance. Travel is uneventful.
OOC:
If you guys have any conversations you want to have that you feel are important while you travel, now is the chance. If not, I'll skip it all. Just let me know.
I figure a prophet's just another asshole who's better at slinging bullshit in a mysterious enough way to get a bunch of rubes to believe them. She curls her lip into a smirk. And a little birdie tells me these assholes aren't any different.
As you approach the gates, they are open, but there is a guard with large, mounted crossbows pointed towards the entrance in towers on either side of the gates.