The blacksmith seemed well surprised when Leanna returned with the news of Wendell's easy cooperation.  "Agreed to take you did he?  Yet he told me he had no idea where his master had gone."  He scowled, clearly skeptical yet also impatient to see them off.  "Do not trust him too far.  Whatever you find, whatever they say, bring my daughter back to me, please, and I'll help you however I can."<br/><br/>The dwarf was waiting outside the fort town's open gates, seated atop a mangy looking pony with fly bitten ears and a yellow caparison to match his coat.  Heavy saddlebags hung from its flanks, and Wendell had strapped a short sword around his own waist.  He waved as the girls approached, flashing them a crooked grin as his eyes shifted from Leanna to Lia and back again.  "We'll head north past the old farms and on towards foothills.  Sir Grell is out that way doing private work for the mines, despite what that old blacksmith might have told you.  Dangerous territory, so you'd best be on your toes."<br/><br/>Dusty well-worn trails similar to those you'd traveled into Moldave on led up towards the distant mountains.  The fields and farms thinned quickly as your small party moved north, the dry arid dirt not near as fit for growing crops as that which spread east and west of Moldave.  As the day grew longer the sparse plains turned into steeper hills and rocky outcroppings.  Wendell explained this area was riddled with caves and small mining claims, silver mainly, and a common hiding place for bandits and all manner of creatures that came down off the ancient mountains.<br/><br/>"We should make camp soon," the dwarf noted, shifting uncomfortably on his saddle from the long ride.  The sun was dipping below the horizon now, a cool breeze wafting in as the evening's light dimmed.  "I don't suppose you girls know how to cook do you?  Trail rations always give me a sour stomach…"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Please roll Perception (1d6).  Please detail what if anything your characters are currently holding.  <br/><br/>At 2014-04-13 00:32:28, Strangefate (uid: 50247) rolls: 1d10 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56963)<br/><br/>Every area you pass through has ten possible random events that may occur.  Some are potentially dangerous, some are potentially helpful, others are basically neutral.  </div></div>