Mordankell nodded, shifted his pack. As they passed by, he noticed the dragon. Pausing to allow each of them to eat if they wish, he nodded his thanks to the dragon. When they had all finished, he led the way deeper into the woods. With the sun as a guide, he kept their path in a general westward direction. The journey was long, and often, he had to consult with the others to be sure they agreed with his chosen direction, with reference to the road.<br/><br/>His feet were aching and blistered when he finally chose a spot to make camp for the night. They had begun an ascent into the mountains, which left the air around them crisper, cooler. He was lucky to happen on a pile of fallen rocks, which had piled against a tree. The result was a well-hidden shelter large enough for all of them, save the dragon, unless he were to become much smaller.<br/><br/>"Well... this looks promising.... Shall we make camp?"<br/><br/>((be sure to check the ooc thread often, located in the Dark Thoughts and Plans page.))