Onward to Bordertown

I had given instructions for preparations to begin very early. The second sun hadn't even risen yet, when the sounds of wagons being moved around, orders being called out, and hammering woke me up. We gathered in the common room of the tavern for a big breakfast, and the innkeeper had even thoughtfully given us sliced mutton, cheeses, several loaves of freshly baked waybread, and sliced vegetables to make sandwiches with later.

Magistrate T'Vann had already squared away troops, scheduled patrols, and even had a work crew breaking ground for the new Citadel by the time we loaded up our wagons. I was fairly impressed with how efficient he was. Darmon and Sylva gave him hugs in farewell, and we were rolling. We passed through the north gate just as the second sun broke the horizon.

As with before, we kept vigilant watch for signs of trouble along the way. We passed by several burnt out old homes along the way. A silent witness to the atrocities the elven people had been subjected to over