They left the village without fanfare, going so far as to tie a piece of frayed rope around the handles of the gate: a simple knot, one that anything with thumbs and a bit of intelligence could undo, tied only to keep the moor beasts out for a time. Though no one said it, the measure was one for personal comfort rather than actual purpose and it made all the towns-children feel just a little bit better imagining removing the rope again but with family and friends in toe. The entirety of the morning was then lost in a solemn march into the mountains, the only sounds greeting the children were the occasional call of a bird or chirp of an insect and the ever present sucking of the mud around their booted feet. It was slow going and by mid-day they stopped in a sheltered glade beside the road to make a rationed lunch of the food they'd brought along. 

As they ate their meal cold seated upon a conveniently placed fallen oak tree, Dakin took the opportunity to once again peruse the maps he'd found in Dorn's hut, benefiting greatly by the light of midday. He could now guess the areas a few of them showed, though he could not read the squiggled writing marking each point of interest nor the scrawled notes around the margin. Still, one map in particular drew the boy's interest more than the others; one that showed a great forest-covered peninsula; for it was clearly of great interest to the previous owner who had scrawled many notes in the margins. His brow furrowed in concentration but, no matter how hard he willed it, he could bring no memory of the map, or the area it depicted, to mind. Finally, with a sigh of defeat he moved over beside Brisa and showed her the page in question, finger pointing to the scrawling script that he assumed was the name of the peninsula. "Brisa..." An astute observer might notice the slightly brighter tint to his cheeks as he admitted to his lack of reading ability. The apprentice druid suddenly noticed how strange it was that he'd so rarely felt embarrassed by this, much more occupied with his mental training or druidic lessons, but how in the presence of one who he knew was well studied in books it was almost something he was ashamed of. "What does this word say? This one here? I can't... I can't figure out what this map is showing."