Will's horse rears back as Will leans forward in the saddle, and the pair is suddenly off at a gallop.
A fiew moments later, the horses pulling the wagon follow suit, though not at such a breakneck speed.
Toma sits on the wagon and clutches the reins with the ginger grip of a man tasked to do something he's never done and barely even understands. It's a good thing I never bother with a mount... but what were they thinking they'd do if nobody was able to sit in here? Lead the horses by example? Wherever the group is going now, they can't get there too fast for him.
After a few minutes of riding, a thought occurs to Deac and he spurs Sid to catch up with Will. When he has pulled along side him, Deac leans over and asks quietly "Where are we going.....excatly, that is to say?"
"Just following the road until it gets us somewhere, stopping for awhile to mingle and moving on the next morning, most likely. It doesn't do to look too much like you know where you're going when you're on a job like ours. I haven't really looked at what's in this cart, but we just might be able to pass ourselves off as a small-time carter who hired adventurers as guards when he was asked to ship farther than he's been before."
Jake looks around and ponders, between Will, Grannom, and Roy he wondered if he could pull off a metamorph spell so they could pass themselves off as a traveling circus if need be.
Deac looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes at the cheeky responses to a question that really Will was only supposed to hear. In response, he says, "Perhaps, but how succesful can one be if that person does not know escatly where they are trying to get to in the first place?"
After the group has gotten out on the road past the last visible sentinel, Will slows down to a easy pace.. The horses pulling the cart soon catch up, not seeming to need much instruction..
"There is a small village a fiew days ride from here we will be passing through. Most of the locals there just call it "The village", though on the maps it's called Gant Gulch..
From there we will go west to the trade route, then north to our objective. "
After a few hours of mental backtracking and cartography, Deac suddenly exclaimed "Hey! Where trade route meets the eastern highway! That is where my home is! We could stop by Scarborough Faire. Its the town where I grew up! There are plenty of shops there and a steady stream of news so we could easily find out what has been going on...... especially with....my family..........................Its still quite a long way away but it might prove worthwhile."
Deac then fell silent and he checked his mask once more and then said,"It is also close enough to the Baron's lands that he will have and ears in many places. It is rumored that he is very well informed of what goes on in his lands. He also paid well to hear of valuble information, so we should be wary of broadcasting of who, or at least I, am and what we are doing there."
"I'd join in." Jake whispers to John "but last time I sang with any ammount of volume I was nearly mistook for a banshee, even the tre-ents covered their ears."
Over the next few hours, coversation rose and fell, songs were song with Roy providing the music, and many jokes were bandied about as the small troupe wound its way through the mountains towards Gant Gulch. Overhead, the sun arched in its path across the sky as the day wore on. And then the sun started to slip behind the mountains, darkness began to creep in as evening was taking hold. Deac was broken out of his daydream by the hooting of an owl and jerked his head up and looked around at the lengthing shadows.
"The evening is catching up with us....should we be stopping soon?"
Will leans forward and talks quietly to his horse..
A fiew minutes later, Will's horse is walking along with an empty saddle.
Will's horse whickers to the horses pulling the wagon, and all three horses move to a canter down the road..