"Then I shall collect him once we are out of the city." Meesei remarked. "If we truly are in danger, then we need to give ourselves the best possible chance to overcome that danger. We have enough supplies to travel for the rest of the day at least, so I suppose we should get moving as quickly as we can." 

The pack had to make their way out of sight of Daggerfall before Meesei opened a portal back to Blackreach to retrieve Leaps, though it took about half an hour longer to get him ready for travel. He had his own custom made, insulated bags and saddle that the pack used to allow him to carry themselves and their supplies. They had to strike a balance between being tough and resistant to lightning, while not hindering him too much in the event of a fight. The pack, for the most part, took turns on his saddle to give their own feet a rest. He was a drastically different sort of mount from a common horse and had his own personality quirks that made him much more difficult to ride, but each member of the pack was experienced enough with him to be able to do so.

The entirety of the path to the village was just along the coast, so the pack would have a view of the ocean on their left for most of the trek. Generally, the coastline was rocky and steep, so the sound of waves crashing up against the rocks was a constant. They were in a temperate forest, and at this time of year, the air was comfortable, particularly with the cool breezes coming off of the ocean to their west. Just about the only detail that could be considered even minorly unpleasant about he area was the fact that the road did require them to deal with some fairly steep hills. It was a drastic improvement from the hot, dry desert, but the pack had to be cautious about becoming complacent in their comfort. Do'rhajul was still potentially a threat, and they were now in a place where they could be attacked. How alert and prepared they remained could be the difference between life and death.