The journey simply carried on, through forests and fields, passing small villages in the distance; one moment they were there, the next, not. It was hard to tell time; it could have been days, or hours, though he didn't really feel hungry or tired, as if days had passed. Finally, though, close to nightfall, they reach a small village, with a decent sized inn, to stay in, and time and speed seemed to return to normal. Apparently, this is where they were meant to stay.