"Ah...how close?" Eamon shouts from across the trampled village path and raises an eyebrow at the tail--what strange magic is this? "An' what day is it, do ye know, lad?"

He rolls his shoulders from inside his jacket. [i]Close? To Redmont?[/i] The coach he'd just ridden on had boarded near the fief near Norgate--hell, he'd been all over Araluen, trying to hitch rides to the god forsaken place. And if he was in a nearby village, [i]he could walk there.[/i] No more sleepless nights for Eamon-Ail, no sir! He'd be [i]that[/i] much closer to going home.