Night falls over the land as you are making a last tough hike through this more challenging terrain. You do crest over a final ridge though and you can see a clear evening sky over a large valley that stretches out ahead. In the darkness, you cannot see all of the details of the landscape, but the silhouette of the starry skyline shows that it is a more flattened area in all directions except to the north where there are high ridges.
A collection of fire lights are seen down in the valley. It is the destination of Goelmorel.
The trail is downhill and then flattens, so it is easy enough to follow in this last stretch. In the low ground, you are walking past more and more tall trees. Though nothing yet like a forest, these trees are markedly different from the scrub bushes of the hills you have passed through.
Along the way you hear sounds coming out from the darkness on the road ahead. Listening a little more you can tell that it is the trot of horses. Emerging rather abruptly from the darkness, a set of three armored horsemen approach. They call out in Heshbaan.
The speaker's voice is heavy and authoritative. After a pause, he calls out again in a brief question, rather sharply.
Gibon gives a quick reply (OOC: or maybe Bryn does if Ox says so), and the riders press on further up the road towards the hill that your group just descended.
It is a short walk further. There is a fork in the road. To the right you see a large bonfire, several shelters and tents, quite a few smaller fires, and a dozens if not a hundred or more people separated into small groups. It is a camping and staging area of some sort. The aroma of cooking stews and roasts mix in with the smell of the burning softwoods.
Gibon explains,
"This is where Mil Keldat say for us to stay."
The Mil Keldat are the Holy Gilded Armsmen, the elite soldiers of Sar Yokud. They were the riders who just passed in the dark.