The trip toward the Fields of Woe was largely uneventful, and the road to the fallen scouts' tribe presented a rather short detour. After a few days' ride, the five exalted maidens found themselves at the thick wooden gate of the Pyrewatch tribe, a village charged with monitoring and, if need be, holding back the nearby darkland. Being the suspicious strangers that they are, the circle is stopped at the gate by two guardswomen with finely crafted equipment and the look of seasoned warriors. One stepped forward to greet the circle in a common Linowan dialect of Forest-tongue"What business have you with the Pyrewatch tribe, strangers?"