The party watches Rumio recede into the distance, then returns to the inn to retrieve their horses. Heading back toward Hazard, you soon find a trail that wends through a bean field to connect to the Stonecutter's Road.
It's a breezy, cloudy afternoon. There is some traffic on the road -- the old quarries are still put to good use -- and you never find yourself far from the sight of a farm or village. The party stops for an early supper at a market fair, eating roasted pork, vegetable stew, and sweet pink apples.
The party presses on, and as the sun begins to set behind the westward hills, they come to a fork in the road. A signpost pointing down the left fork reads:
SOLYHILL
16 MILES
Two wilted bouquets of wildflowers lay at the base of the signpost.
A few miles later, after night has fallen, the party arrives at a small village with old but finely constructed buildings made of stone and copperwood. The village inn looks warm and inviting, aglow with amber light shining through its windows and pleasant smells of food wafting on the breeze. The shingle hanging by its door displays an axe with a purplish-red, single-bladed head.
On the northeast side of the village, you can see a sturdy-looking octagonal holy house.
