-----Jeilin sees to the woman as the adventurers bandage up. "Mmm, I have not asked this before but, perhaps you might know of any Lathanian ruins of interest west of here? Oh, and I have not got your name. Mine is Jeilin, as you've already heard the others call me."
-----“I am Elesta Norum,” the woman introduces herself, finally allowing a smile. “In my journeys here, I have not come across any of the ancient ruins. That is not to say there are none out there, but once the armies started to move, I only kept my eyes open for places to hide myself away.”
-----“Aye to that!” Lovan says loudly, responding to Sol’s words. “We should be on our way soon! Too much time wasted on this . . . goblin chasing.”
-----Seeming to overlook the Storm Priest’s comments, the blacksmith, seeing the Gorian’s condition, quickly reacts. “My friend!” he says, “You have been hurt!” With that he calls for some of the women to give attention to Sol.
-----The entire company is once again ushered into one of the main buildings where makeshift straw beds are set up. Most of the company refuses any food, not wanting to deprive the people here in this ‘hidden village’ of their resources. Garrison is close by, helping Sol as he twists and turns painfully to get out of his armor. The woodsman then smiles smugly as two of the women start tending to the Gorian’s wounds before carefully wrapping makeshift bandages around his waist and his off sword arm.
-----Finally, the woodsman shakes his head as he tells Sol, “You know, it’s going to be hard riding across the plains without your wounds opening again.”
-----One of the women tending Sol speaks up saying, “Oh no, young sir, you should rest this day.”
-----Meanwhile, Dilton stands off to one side muttering. Lowly, he can be heard saying, “Hope th’others be holdin’ out.”
-----Sol fidgets on the bandage on his arm as he replies to the women, "Thanks fer yer care, but staying another day is not an option an' I wouldn't get that much better anyway. If ye wouldn't mind though, I will take a few spare bits o' cloth t'make a change o' th' dressing when we stop fer th' night." He motions for Garrison to help him back into his armour, taking care not to disrupt any of the bandages and says to the group, "Wi' Raven's group already having a huge lead on us, we really need t'get going."
-----“Luck will ride with us if we don’t meet any other troops on the way,” Garrison says in a somewhat absent way as he helps Sol. “By now, a big part of Ravenhold’s army may be north of us.”
-----“Be ye ready, Lady?” Dilton asks as he holds Jeilin’s horse.
-----Lovan mounts up in his saddle and looks ready to ride off. “The Rager has blessed us this day,” he intones toward the gray sky before glancing toward Sol, “some more than others. We shall meet our destination and bring home more of his fury!”
-----“Funny how those moods change like the clouds,” Garrison says with a grin as the young warrior is finally suited up.
-----"Well Elestra, may you have better fortunes on your research," Jeilin nods to the woman as she stands up and prepares to leave. "Astron guides us on our wandering paths. And I believe these armies will resolve themselves shortly."
-----Walking over to her horse, the priestess thanks Dilton and takes over the reins, ready to depart once again.
-----Sol slowly swings up onto Thunder's saddle, and looks around for the blacksmith. He offers a tired wave and a small smile. "Once again, my thanks, goodbye an' good luck, friend. Hopefully th' next time ye see us, it'll be during calmer, happier times." Sol nudges his steed, letting the golden warhorse know that journey's start has begun. Again.
-----Garrison is waved at to take the lead once more.
-----“Thank you for my rescue and may Solarius send his blessings on you always,” Elesta Norum tells them, waving weakly to the riders.
-----“Do not hesitate to find us once more if you need us,” the blacksmith says to Sol before the Gorian turns his horse westward.
-----It is now late afternoon as the five riders descend the hill from the hidden village and move toward the southwest across the plain. The sky continues its ominous gray cast although it is nowhere as dark as what they had encountered in the goblin infested village ruins.
-----They head straight west along the southern edge of the briar and brambles that lead to the goblins’ lair. From there they continue on their way, passing the occasional marsh and hill when not galloping across open plain.
-----By the time that night falls, they make their way to the abandoned house they found just a mile to the northwest of the village of East Bend. With the clouds still overhead, the night promises to be very dark. From their vantage point, the company is able to look back at the village and see that it is less lit up as it was only a night ago. Perhaps most of the army of Ravenhold is positioned way to the north along the Hearthorn border.