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[h3][i][color=c5c4c4]Several Days Travel Later[/color][/i]
Outskirts of Stathford, Village of Traffyn Fenwd
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 The carriage set off as soon as the door slammed shut, the driver, an older man with a scraggly beard who didn’t appear to be a member of the hoods, barely saying a word as they trundled over lumpy roads. They veered out of central Duncaster with its opulent architecture and distinguished looking pedestrians as soon as they could, favouring side roads that soon led them directly out into the more agricultural land that marked the outer reaches of the province. 

 They stopped for a short break shortly after hitting Sinstead – the driver tossing rolls of bread, apples, and small blocks of cheese from a hessian sack in the direction of the three human members of the party, and a skin of what was presumably blood toward Vitius. Another driver then hopped aboard, continuing their journey throughout the night. This pattern continued for the multiple days it took to complete the journey, until, late one evening, they rolled up outside a small inn with ‘Beds for Ewe!’ scrawled on a heavy wooden sign in flecked green paint, a faded image of a disembodied sheep’s head floating beneath. 

 Rain was just beginning to dust the packed dirt ground as the driver hopped down from the perch, flinging open the door and looking at them all expectantly. 

[color=7bcdc8]“Right,”[/color] he said, after a few moments of no one answering, voice carrying despite the wind whistling through the carriage, [color=00a99d]“Traffyn Fenwd’s just a twenty minute walk that way,”[/color] he gestured with a gnarled thumb toward a windy road that disappeared into a dense cluster of trees, [color=7bcdc8]“Ye’ve two rooms booked in this here inn for the next week under the name o’ the Red Hoods, after which someone’ll be back te pick you up, so no faffin’ about. The people what called us in’ll be waiting inside – go by Meg n’ Kate, but this spot ain’t too busy, so yer can probably expect them to spot you lot easy enough.”
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 And with that, he waited for the four to file out, before taking off back in the direction he came with a yelled, [color=7bcdc8]”See you in a week! Try not to get yerselves killed!”,[/color] leaving them standing, alone, in the rapidly worsening weather.