<div class="floatleft">(https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW1rL-H0J893nLLDjQpWwwNby21VHPqgVltm2JFpgKTSbn-6w4wVCi3fKWyr4UVdg78glfYO4U27wzYGEAq6UaJBrcZ2Xil-qhQ5SuSVy_cV_sP_wOuYGnmmB4Uin2XOIpALNu52gRzWtVULJbm1aZzaUSH7LQUYHGQ42Q2KSLVqRbiYDNHB44u2yz=w215-h320)</div><br/>Carissa was drinking some of the dark beer when Grace asked the question. She thought for a second and took another sip. Carissa loved the small pleasures in life. "<strong>I have no doubt others have found it. It's why...</strong>" she was about to say it was why many never came back but thought better of it. "<strong>It's why it's known as a dangerous area. We never saw danger before we arrived. The goose lizards could have made easy work of an unarmed caravan.</strong>" She took another sip as she thought more. "<strong>I doubt we'll see any civilization in a land like this. And if there were, I would think they would have made contact. Unless they are unable.</strong>"<br/>It was during this time a team of scouts returned with news of civilization. She stood with a smile. "<strong>I stand corrected! Good work.</strong>" she pointed to the keg in the corner of the tent. "<strong>Pour yourself a drink and tell me everything you know. What did you see? Is there a clear path? We may make our way tomorrow morning. If we can call it morning.</strong>" she took a long swig of beer in celebration of the news. She motioned Grace forward. "<strong>Grace, your next order is to fill yourself a flagon!</strong>"