The men don't pay too much attention to her, as they cook breakfast, offering her some, but otherwise letting her do her own thing. She certainly paid enough for their discretion, after all. The day continues, fairly uneventfully, and as evening approaches, not quite late enough to be dark, but certainly close, they spot the city, a few miles out. "Finally, I was thinking this river might've ended up rerouted somewhere else." "Or we were going in a circle. I heard about a guy that happened to, once. Spent three weeks going in a big loop, before he finally figured it out."<br/><br/>Unfortunately, about fifteen minutes later, they spot a large, vulture-like demon, perched on an overhang, just a little ways up ahead. "Oh, mortal travelers? How delicious! Have you got the toll fee?" the Vrock squawks, as they approach, grinning wickedly.