I was enjoying the general peace of this trip so far when Miles interrupted my thoughts, and asked me my name. I simply answered "Name's Robert... and trust me, there's a reason for that name," I then continued on my way, enjoying the heat, the fact that we weren't under attack, as well as the sound of the music some of the villagers were singing behind us, almost as if they knew nothing was going to bother us right now. [i]Seriously, where are the humans? Don't they usually use these paths as trade routes?[/i] I ask myself as I look over to the princess who was writing something in some sort of journal. [i]Well, that's odd... I didn't know we had intelligence to steal.[/i] I thought as I notice her put it away quickly, as if I didn't already see the thing. The path ahead was just the simply dirt road that humans liked to make between their cities, separating one grassy field from the other. I smelled some alcohol, as apparently some of the villagers saw it fit to be drunk during this trip, and somehow, I knew that wasn't going to end well, at all. As expected, the trolls and ogres drank far more than any kobold, but, of course that could have to do with the differences in height and weight between the species. Some shouting replaced the sound of whatever few instruments the villagers brought with them, as well as actual singing, much to my displeasure. Unfortunately, we it started to get dark before we could get to the mountains, and as such, the mayor looks at our group and says "Alright, you guys... town heroes, or whatever, go make the tents for this camp," he didn't phrase it as a question, so it didn't seem like we had much of a choice.