"We're headed to a mage-held fortress, about three days' ride from here," Sarianna said, having clearly been listening in. "There are several outposts we'll be visiting along the way, as well, that are likely in need of some aid, so it may take us close to a week to reach our destination."<br/><br/>There were few travelers on the road, and most were headed away from where they were. The most depressing sight was a large family of farmers, their faces and clothes still stained with soot, with haunted looks in their eyes, as they carried what looked like everything they owned, along with a pair of worn-out-looking old horses. At that, Sarianna would call a halt to their group, stopping to talk with the family, heal their minor wounds, help them clean up a bit, and leaving them with a small coin purse, before continuing onward; there, her demeanor was kind and gentle, a sharp contrast to what he'd seen, so far, though she had an angry look in her eye, as they began moving once again.