Thankfully, Handy thought, a few miles genuinely seemed to only mean a few miles as the pair of them moved out from the city, passing large grass fields and hills as far as the eye could see. Cresting the border of the valley and leaving the town behind them, walking down the far side of the hill. It took them an hour or two of solid walking, to Handy’s displeasure, but he could make out the outline of a small village ahead of them, nestled between several hills and beside some woods, something he was grateful to see. The skies, however, had been darkening with increasingly angry looking clouds, looking like a storm was brewing. He could smell rain on the wind.