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The rest of the days journey was uneventful, other than the gusting wind picking up though not quite as powerful as the previous night. The grass weaved and waved as the wind blew over it, making it seem like it was alive. To those paying attention, though, they'd notice things weren't quite normal. There were no birds flying overhead though with no trees around it may make sense. No large game or other animals could be seen either, though one couldn't see anything through the thick, tall grass. Of course, the constant roar of the wind against everything would be distracting enough.<br/>
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That night, their camp was nearly identical to the first nights, the same sort of structure to it though no crazy mist or Old Woman as the sun sank behind them. It was the same story in the morning as well, the same gruel, but the Soldiers were a little quicker in their movements, eager to get back on the trail as their end destination lay within sight. It was midday when they crested a final rise and could see the outpost in front of them, the grass ending in a barren, rock-strewn tundra.<br/>
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The dirt path they followed soon clunked underfoot, more rock than dirt. The grass here was short, with shrubs more numerous.  Boulders lay strewn about the land and there were vast patches where the stone was bare. The Outpost was not far into this barren tundra.<br/>
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It sat against one of the larger boulders in the area - about the size of a house. A wooden palisade had been built using the boulder as a wall, with a small tower built on top of the boulder. The wooden palisade also put to use large rocks at its base, with packed earth making the walls thick enough to walk upon. A gate had been fashioned as well, facing East and thus out of the direct and constant wind. <br/>
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Inside the compound, a stable had been built against one wall, open to the interior. A larger, more substantial building against the boulder that stood three stories tall - the height of the boulder - was the headquarters, with the Outpost commander having his quarters there, along with the mess hall and quarters for the soldiers. A smaller, shorter, circular building made out of local stone was the storehouse. A shack passed as the blacksmith, tasked with maintaining and producing all the tools and weapons for the Outpost.<br/>
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"See to your gear." Holger called out as he dismounted. "Pack light. You have to be able to carry everything you bring along with our supplies. We need to move quickly and lightly - the more ground we cover, the better our results. I've got a meeting with the Commander, but if you need me for anything find me afterwards." He pauses, looking around. "Not like there is anyway to get lost here - and don't even think about leaving the Outpost!"<br/>
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Quaint and basic, at least they were out of the constant wind for the first time in days.</span>