Salvation Outpost

While picking up his armour, Kleber notices a rapier sitting on a rack. Ilmig happily sells it to him. "The lad that commissioned it, never came back for it.", he grumbles.

On the next block, the half orc comes across a curios shop run by a nice old lady named Bitna. She is tall and slender, dressed in an ornate blue kimono. Her white hair is flows out like a massive lion’s mane, easily wider than her slender shoulders. Her voice is aged and cracked, but friendly. She walks with a cat-like grace throughout the shop and strangely, there is no sound of footsteps from her. She shows Kleber around and has the grappling hook he’s looking for. When asked about feather tokens. She brings Kleber to a small shelf with several small boxes. "Finicky objects, aren’t they? It takes a bit of patience, but I’ve managed to sort some of them.", she pulls down a larger box filled with an assortment of different feathers, "These are unsorted and are twenty gold. I’ll let you know what they are once paid, or…", she gestures to the remaining boxes, "These ones are sorted and cost thirty gold, if you wish to plan their use."

The following day, Malbor departs for the capital city of Wroat. Captain Vren wishes to get a head start on the trip.

As the rest of the group is preparing to leave for Salvation, a letter is received from Bela. The parchment is completely blank and Earic hands it to Gzizmix. "I assume it’s written by a Mark of Scribe."

As dusk turns twilight, you meet Leon back at the Lady’s stable. Your cart is barely recognizable with all the new rigging and paint. The four horses are hitched up and eager to leave.

Earic arrives to see you off, "I’ve sent word to Captain Vren, informing him the change in plans. I’ve asked that they have Malbor meet you in six days time in Vathirond.", with that he bids you a safe journey and passes on a farewell from Cyre.

You load up and Leon has Kleber join him up too. He seems to have a connection with the horses and they respond with the faintest of input on the reins. The horses somehow even manage to soften their hoof falls as you make your way through the streets. Soon enough, you exit the city’s gates and leave New Cyre behind you.

Under the pale grey moonlight of Therendor, Leon finds a safe location to set up camp. The first three days of travel take you across the Breland plains. Unlike the mad dash of Core on the way to New Cyre or the frantic flight aboard an airship, the first leg is relaxed. You pass small villages and sprawling farms. Fields of wheat, corn and barley. Fragrant fields of flowers. Birds chirping in the air. At on point, you notice the faint shape of a blue dragon, soaring above rolling hills in the distance to the east.

As noon on the third day of travel approaches, you reach the junction city of Starilaskur and you’re reminded of the spies and assassins you encountered there. Leon asks if you wish to stop in town, or continue on the journey.

Leon nods and leads the team on a side road around the city of Starilaskur.

Keeping a decent pace without tiring the horses, the coachman discreetly avoids towns and villages on the trip to Vathirond. Little farms and hamlets dot the road that parallels the lightning rail. Having travelled to Salvation on the rail yourself, you recognize the routine train that makes its way twice to Salvation and twice returning to Starilaskur. One in the morning and once in the late afternoon.

"Your little lightning cart here uses the same concept, I suppose.", Leon says, shaking his head as the train sizzles past. "Such constructs, they take away our connection with the natural world, right gentlemen?"

This last part he says to the team of horses, who all snort and nicker in response. "Ha ha! Nice one, Slippy.", Leon chuckles to himself. "He’s such a kidder.", he says nudging Kleber.

As the evening of the sixth day approaches, you reach the outskirts of Vathirond. Leon slows your disguised carriage, "I know a friendly stable nearby. They will keep the cart and the Lady’s team safe. I can bring you into town if you wish and return here. Or perhaps you would prefer to walk into town on your own?