Sir Gorun of House Gravelbeard was already ahead of the crowd regarding the quest.  As nobility, he managed to gather the necessary information to get a head start.  Still, travelling was slower perhaps than he had wished.  His cart carried plenty of supplies for the long journey, and the mules pulled it steadily on the road towards the death marshes.

The death marshes would prove to be a problem, but Gorun was confident enough in his enchanting ability to believe that perhaps he could take advantage of any aura or sickness that leaked from it.  Even if he failed, he would gain experience from having been there.  Gorun continued to ride towards his target, sword in one hand, apple pie in his other, reins around his foot.