Picturesque was right. The setting sun amid the trees and low lying buildings was just the foreground for the Damona mountains in the distance that reached into the sky like knives. It was a grand view, but there was something off about the mountain range. In some ways it was even stranger than the Mountains of Mist, though he wagered he would rather go up the Damona Mountains still. They just had the look of something other than nature making them. Light, the outside world was strange. Hollowbrook hadn't even fazed him, but now that he thought of it, the town had buildings bigger than Emond's Field and nearly the size of Baerlon's homes. When he went back to the farm, he would have many tales to tell. Some he would have rather never experienced, he realized. 

Ali dismounted next to Mave, Darius reining in his horse a few yards past them with the other two. The three likely enjoyed the idea of being on horses for just that much longer. Ali could not blame them. If he was better at riding them, he would have felt the same. 

The Riverrush Inn was larger than the Winespring, albeit only slightly. It didn't have an alehouse connected to it, but Ali had recognized a brewery as they rode in, likely giving some good stock to the place which boded well for them. He could use a drink, though he was a bit hazy on what was good and what was poor, save for the ale back home. Ali noticed he hadn't been the only one who noticed things.

Catching the looks the teamsters gave them, Ali bent down to whisper to Mave. "I guess they don't get a lot of travelers here?" He whispered. 

"They think, correctly as far as we're concerned, that we're Hunters for the Horn." She whispered back conspiratorially. 

"Oh good," He said a bit more boldly as the two stepped into the Inn, the three true hunters following behind. "Erm, that's still good, yeah?"