The life, indeeds. Nothing but more wilderness and woods and slightly more woods, as far as you can see. The road keeping its track down to the south and occasionally going over some streams and going ever so more deeper into the woods. Soon enough it does get into the afternoon, with you being the only person kitty you have seen in over a hour.<br/><br/>Anyone traveling this road alone would have to be suicidal, something that the guards didn't really feel like conveying to the potential spy. Luckily for you nothing of note has yet to happen, which is always a good sign for impending and over whelming boredom.