The dull metallic rattle of the chain over Rosie's shoulder gave a rhythm to the party's footsteps. She was no stranger to overland travel. While there was little to look out for in the relatively flat land around them, her thoughts kept her occupied. Somehow, the act of venturing into the river kingdoms with a group of gormless meat heads felt like a step backwards. Hell, one of them shared her profession -- Rosie hardly bought Odin's born-again religious attitude for a second. At least she had a goal this time. The first real test would start shortly. She could feel it. Rosie leant to one side to speak up at the one leading the way. "About damn time. I thought for a while you were heading us to Galt."