In the North of Montaigne lies the Lock Horn Forest, a vast and mysterious sprawl of green, full of stories of magic, of mysterious ruins and lost treasure, and of strange beasts. It is to this region that an intrepid band draws, the Hand of Fate guiding their steps towards fame, fortune and adventure ...<br/><br/>Aboard the Black Dog, Iron Kate Nic Dowell is not well pleased, a situation that most who know her try to ensure does not happen often. Evening is drawing a velvet blanket around the trees, and compounded with the fog that shrouds the surroundings, she can barely see the length of the ship. The river laps at the Black Dog's side, but the ship itself does not move, a consequence of running aground on the sandbar that the charts she had for this stretch of the river somehow failed to mention.<br/><br/>The Black Dog is fine, they weren't moving all that fast when they run aground, and should be able to free themselves on the morrow, though it will take time and effort.<br/><br/>Some of the crew have suggested putting ashore, to see if they can find a bit of fresh meat before the night closes in entirely. The lookout has also pointed out what seems to be a light a mile or two distant, though with the fog it's hard to be certain.<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>Comfortably ensconced in the White Horse Inn, some distance from the river, the gloom of evening is replaced with a comfortable fire, good food and the soft music of a wandering bard. After a full day's travel, a chance to relax is welcome indeed.