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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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A few more days later, once everyone was as reasonably recovered as could be, the Kirins took their leave. Days passed. The climate grew colder to the point where snowfall became common. Dirt paths gave way to paved concrete, the occasional metal carriage passing by the party on the road with loud honks of a horn. Blightbeasts attacked twice more over the days, though only in smaller, easily dispatched raiding parties. 

As bid by Cadmon a week ago, the party entered the lands of Viscount Breien. While not entirely out of the way of their intended path towards Falcon’s Nest, the party had to divert for a good few hours on the main road in order to reach this territory.

For the most part, the land was exactly as had been described: well-maintained and as prosperous as was possible for a snowy tundra close to the heart of Skael. Frost had already begun to set in for the season, with kale and root vegetables notably planted in the fields they passed. It was past midday by the time they’d finally reached the castle gates, with Izayoi shooting Esben and Rudolf a look as the guards verified their identity.

[color=#736AFF][b]”This little detour had best be worth the trouble. I would be somewhat cross should Demet’s recommendation to come here result in something less than significant materiel aid, yes?”[/b][/color]