The sergeant gives a visible wince, at the casual description of the murder, and nods. "Like I said, I can't let you pass, my ass would be on the line if anything got out, but..." He pulls out a small piece of paper, and a stick fo charcoal, and sketches a crude map of the area. "There's an old mountain trail, about three days from here. It's narrow and dangerous in the late fall, or early spring, when it opens, but right now it should be fine. It'll get you through, and it's so narrow, we didn't bother secure it. They couldn't get any supplies through there, and it's better to ahve them, and smugglers, pass along a route we know about, than one we don't."