The southern road went on and on. It snaked around some hills and at one point passed through a rather thick forest. The trees and vines threatend to swallow the road entirely, but a clear path remained through it; wide enough to allow both riders or even a moderate sized cart.<br/><br/>There weren't too many other travellers about. Camille passed a few small merchant caravans, some farmers heading for AC and some military scouts or couriers that rode at neckbreaking speed along the road.<br/><br/>The signs were easy to follow and pointed to different smaller towns and villages, including Suree. The rain from before had gone entirely, leaving a smell of fresh grass and a partially clear sky. It obviously darkened as evening came and then grew black.<br/><br/>Walking through the night, just using the stars for light, would be difficult, but Camille reached her destination before it all went pitch black. The Golden Prospect was easy to find along the road, with a big sign up front.<br/><br/>However, it seemed dark and very quiet. Almost eerily, quet.