That earned a laugh from the succubus, as she walked away.<br/><br/>The night would pass uneventfully, and in the next morning, the caravan would begin making slow progress through the muddy ground. They'd continue for another uneventful day, the air growing colder the further north they traveled. Eventually, they'd make camp on the shore of a river, at a campsite just next to the base of a bridge, old and solid-looking. Kelda will recognize it, and note that this is Skalsbridge, crossing the Thundering River; they were only a few days out from Kalsgard.