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For all their misgivings or thoughts about their leader, he was no slouch. The path to the Outpost was well established - the trail they were on worn from the march of feet and passage of horses and wagons, heading in both directions, as supplies were brought to the Outpost and it was built up. It was not a random path as many seemed to think it was, but a route just as established as any road they had traveled on.<br/>
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The purpose of their expedition was for expansion. Building a road, with required way stations and steady supply, across the Sea of Grass was a costly expenditure. The ground would be easy to break, which was not the problem, but the cost of keeping it running and supplying the designated over night stops was. Not to mention transporting all that stone to New Haven, which didn't have quarries nearby for the expenditure. <br/>
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And why build a road and fund its expenses if if it led to nowhere? The Outpost, as it was called, was extremely isolated, on an unknown frontier. If, however, there were riches to be found, then New Haven would boom and the road would be built, with many willing to fund its expansion with all the wealth and people that would travel through New Haven and into the frontier.<br/>
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The Guild, of course, had its sticky fingers in all of this, both the power and funding to make things happen. They would be at the forefront, the first to benefit from such discoveries and expansion. The first inns and taverns established along such a route would surely bear the gold symbol of a Sextant, the Guilds insignia and proof of 'owenership.<br/>
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The Grass around them bent and moved in the steady wind, much like waves in the ocean. The terrain was rolling, small rises offering a view of its great expanses, while dipping into the hollow afterwards made it feel like an ominous forest pressing in around them all.</span>