[IC] A Stolen Land

[Valdi]

[[I believe the plan was to journey to the next hex encircling the post, starting with C9, yeah?]]

The weather is worse than yesterday, driving most people with no reason to travel back indoors.  Rain comes in misty sheets, not enough to soak you to your skin, but enough to make you feel quite dreary.  Having explored and charted the area immediately surrounding Oleg's Trading Post, the party seems comfortable enough to travel at normal pace [[50 feet for horses]], and arrives at a fairly dense treeline.  There is an ominous silence from the trees, broken only by the cry of some bird every so often.

[[Shame that Andra isn't here to scout around... ]]

Not confident in his ability to use a bow while mounted, Valdi keeps his crossbow loaded and ready, his head on a swivel.