Tryne has no issues keeping pace with Kalli as she is pushing her horse as hard as possible without exhausting the creature. Laulalith is certain they haven’t been followed, 37 and Torhak agree. The dusty town of Salvation Outpost disappears behind them. They wind through rolling hills, lush and green. Here and there rabbits frolick, a hawk can be heard calling somewhere in the distance. Quite unlike their experience in the Grey, the travel is pleasant. The late morning sun warms Tryne and Torhak’s faces as white clouds pass overhead. As noon approaches, they come upon the Brey River. The border of Breland and Thrane.
The mighty river is spanned by a tall bridge. On the far side is a thick, broad leaf forest that has nearly enveloped an old, but still active fort. Two guards lazily question those that cross.
"State your business in Thrane.", a young blonde hair man says.
"I am Kalli Alran. Captain d'Medani knows of my crew the Grey Dogs. The cart is with me. We seek passage through the Thornwood."
"Yes, yes, Miss Alran. Carry on. The Captain may wish to see your treasures on your return again.", a dark haired half elf says as he waves them through.
The road passes the fort. Tall stone walls surround the keep, but show signs of damage, neglect and recent repairs. Numerous soldiers can be seen within its gates. A few stone workers continue the slow repairs.
