As Adrian and Soah struck out across the mountain range and began their descent of the mountain, the tranquil village of Loenn came into view at the foot of the mountains. At first, only by the light gray smoke of the many fires lighting the wooden houses, and then by the pointed tops of the handful of watchtowers standing sentinel by the roads into town. Unlike Aldrun it had no palisade, and sprawled considerably more in the extra space. The pristine centerpiece of the town was a log fort, the only building that existed here hundreds of years ago before some people had the bright idea to settle around it. Within the fort walls the flag of Loenn, a boar's head on green field, flew. Flew above the Arcarti army bicolor, light blue over white. It did not boast the obvious merchant district of a port town like Aldrun, but a colorful cadre of tents and canvas around an open square within the town signaled the presence of shops and peddlers from afar. The whole town sat far away down the mountain, with stands of trees and a slow return to grassy fields from the mountain snow separating the two from the town.

 As the pair marched their way through the trees, a faint rustling became apparent around them. The woods were sparse, and soon they could see a group of five men approaching them through the woods. Apparently their own rustling had been heard. Three of them carried bows slung over their shoulder, and none of them seemed all that alarmed or concerned as they approached. They were dressed what some would call shabbily, in thick leathers and furs to keep the winter out but they could all be identified by the green armband they bore. The same green and boar of Loenn. The lead man waved and hailed, "The hell happened to you two?" They seemed okay, but in a guard's mind he had immediately begun to suspect some sort of crime for their predicament. Most people didn't freely walk about in the snow sans shoes and pants.