"As you say, ma'am. It'll be a couple days down the river, 'afore we get there, so if you need any company for the night, my bedroll's open," he says, with a crude laugh, pushing off the shore, and poling them down the river at a steady pace, now with actual incentive to keep moving and get there, as quickly as possible. As they travel, the area starts to get lighter, though it seems to be less because time is passing, and more because they're moving to a brighter region, because, after a number of hours, she finally spots a distant light source in the sky... close to nightfall. Thankfully, the day passes uneventfully, aside from spotting a large herd of fiendish animals, along the side of the river. They're not overly aggressive, though, and the raft passes by them, without getting mauled.<br/><br/>Finally, they pull up along the sandy shore. "Sorry, ma'am, wish we could keep going through the night, but neither Patrick nor I can see in the dark, so we've got to stop, until it gets light again."