Minurra made a slight choking noise, and struggled against her bonds for a minute, as Rimeera pulled away, but didn't say anything else... though she could see the frustration clear on the drow's face.<br/><br/>The rest of the night passes uneventfully. A few hours after they set out, the trail they've been following grows mroe and more overgrown, branching off into a barely marked path. A dilapidated-looking wood and stone bridge crosses a river, with a sign reading 'To Brinewall' nearby. The caravan is moving slowly, and some people nervously clutch at their weapons; the air seems heavy, and the morning light seems dimmer, beneath the old trees. Ameiko seems to be particularly affected, looking pale and ill, and Sandru calls a halt, before they go much farther. "The track's too rough for the wagons, but Brinewall should only be another mile or two. I think we should just send in a scouting party, from here, and leave the rest of the caravan behind, as a secure location."