It's mornin' and we really ought to gety outta here. We're headin' out, farther up north toward Pella -here's hopin' it's in better shape than Yardham. Frederick and the boys are here, quiet - I'm guessin' they didn't handle the night too well.
It's a quiet day out, but the day goes on, and we get to camp wihotu any uh...chaos. We're gonna have to take longer watches, being down two members... The night goes quiet too though.
Movin' on, it's another morning, sunny now - maybe we can make betfter time today. It still feels too quiet. Only one more day to Pella though, so that's a good sign!
Oh great, and now there's rain - cold rain, even. A muddy walk to Pella? This is criminal. - but we do finally get to Pella. There's a fancy inn with some magic torches floatin' around, and our first hot meal in a few days.