[h2] The crossroads [/h2]

A great deal of the caravan pretended to not be upset. They were determined to continue their travel. The elderly and the wounded, they took to the road. The path diverged into two after a day worth of travel.

Only half a dozen or so of the elves that survived, decided to follow Mildor and Aegnith. The rest went down to the city of freedom. The lands of Kog where merely a few miles away. The greasy cities with their fat leaders had rivers of blood flowing through the street. The obese relished on it. There were few reasons to go there other than feasts and politics. And the current events would not permit the party just to go without any reason.

The various parts of this land were filled with large grass plains and the occasional flat rock. The road twisted and twirled as the land did. The party did not hesitate once when they passed a sign displaying "crossroads". Their tears dried, their course was set. While out on that road, the encounter with a bunch of puggers was an unpleasant surprise. ~



Sargom noticed how the road signs were pointing 22° towards the wrong direction. She tried to lead and hide her insecurities about what had passed just a few days ago, but she couldn't. She grew more quiet and timid with every passing moment. 
Kor had been busy conversing with the travelers that did come with them. He kept them on the lookout for any signs of Kod's corruption, any place safe to spend the night and of course anything that looks out of place.

"Hey, your name is mildor, right?" 2 big bloodshot eyes stared at the boy. It had been clear that Felnor had cried. He did not seem to be able to pay much attention to anything else going on.