The journey was surprisingly short...probably twenty minutes.  During the course of the ride, the raiding-party passed through a forest, and around a rock outcropping, then over a ridge.  A chill wind blew, a few stray clouds scudding along the horizon, the cold points of the stars only slightly washed out in the moonlight.  The air was crystal-clear.<br/><br/>Down into a small valley...then approaching what looked like a small keep.  As the party approached, the wood and iron door creaked open.  The raiders passed into it.  Torchlight illuminated the inside.  The orcs and gnolls began to dismount.