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With the whole group now assembled, Illedrith led the way out of the city and along the long path through the depression in the landscape which used to be the stream that connected the Luna Crescente lake with Caverthorn stream, and thence the ocean. A dry riverbed now, the area was still a green and fertile landscape, and was well cultivated by the farmers of the area. All manner of people and goods could be found along this road, which carried the party in the long but direct route down toward their destination.

As Illedrith had predicted, the sun hung low in the sky when they reached the bubbling stream that was their destination for the evening, and so they made camp near a small group of other travelers who had decided to make this place their travel goal for the day. Merchants and adventurers by trade, these folk were welcoming like most country folk of Fiore, and so the groups all shared their evening together, before parting with them in the morning and continuing down the stream. The walk took most of the day, though the scenery was just as nice along the steadily strengthening stream, with birds and fish aplenty along the riverbank.

It was mid-afternoon by the time they reached the Regina river, which certainly lived up to its name as the Queen of rivers. At this point it was a mile wide, and it only got wider as it approached the sea. The 'ferry' which took people across the river was actually a series of four sailboats which pretty much consistently traversed the river to carry people from one main road to the other. Given the width of the river, it was impossible to build a bridge or otherwise ford the river downstream, so travelers to Darrelea would cross here most of the time and take the better maintained road on the other side of the river, rather than trying to barter passage across from fishermen and villagers on the opposite side of the river from the city itself.

Crossing to the other side using the guild discount, the group then split off from the majority of travelers, and took the path up towards the mountains. Well kept, for it was the main road for the various mountain towns to ferry produce down to Darrelea and the capital, the path was nonetheless little more than a winding trail which passed between the mountains, with yet smaller tracks winding up the sides of the mountains themselves to the hamlets there. The trip to Robinsend would take around two days for the group, who made their way there practically without incident. 

Robinsend was a very typical example of a mountain town. It had started as a small group of woodcutters and the like who had built a small settlement on a flat part of the mountain, and as it became more prosperous and popular to be up in the mountainous regions, the town had expanded to be more of a mining and agricultural town, eventually growing to the point where it was designated as the town where the mayor of the area would reside. A mix of wooden and stone houses, the city spread out to the edge of the flat ridge it was built upon in concentric circles, with most of the infrastructure built either below or above the level of the town to leave room for more houses. Upon the team's arrival, they were met by an elderly man who was very clearly the Chief Tompkins who was mentioned in the job request.

[color=a2d39c]"Another group of glory-seekers here to rid us of our dragon, eh? Well, for the sake of this town, I hope you'll do better than the last lot or the lot before..."[/color]

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Vega's team would likely have taken the same road as the Harpies down to the ferry, as it was the most rational way to get to Darrelea, though whether they would have seen or met up with them depends entirely on what time they managed to get their show on the road. From the ferry, they would have had to follow the main trade road south-west along the ever widening bank of the river. As a prime fishing and agricultural spot, this land is very highly populated, and forms the economic core of the southern regions of Fiore, providing the capital with fresh produce from the many farms in this unblemished region. 

With hundreds of travelers and traders on the road up the river every day, no doubt the Golems would have encountered one or two interesting characters on the day-long journey to Darrelea, but nothing that would prevent them from making it to the great southern port. A sprawling city that hugged the river and seaside, Darrelea spanned miles of waterfront land, with docks that ranged from pleasure craft to fishing boats and even less savory types at the far end of town. The quality of housing and the like seemed to be a steady gradient as one entered town, with affluent individuals living further up the river in the idyllic countryside and unspoiled riverfront properties, while those less well off clung to their coattails in the center of the city which was where the mouth of the river mixed with the ocean. Finally, the lower class lived on the far side of town, which spread out along the shore past the town center.

There were three key buildings which served as the centers of the town, arrayed around three sides of a huge courtyard with an ornate fountain which was squarely in the middle of town. These buildings were: the mayor's residences, a huge townhouse which housed the office and sleeping quarters of the town administrators; the Darrelea Branch Mage Council Offices, which were larger still and took over most of the block they were on; and the guildhall of the Sea Rats, a lesser known guild mostly known for their mild piratical nature and 'good natured' pranks. 

Unlike the Harpies, there was no welcome for the Golems when they arrived in town, since to most eyes they were just another set of regular visitors to the town, and not worth giving more than a passing glance during a day's work. When the Golems finally made it to the central courtyard, Adrien piped up.

"So then, 'boss', what's our go? Straight to the Mage Council offices like the job said?"

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