<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Map (current position marked by X)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/Kingmaker_003a_small_zps15872e99.png)<br/>Light green = plains<br/>Dark green = forest<br/>Orange = hills</div></div><br/>The party was currently in the Kamelands, approximately 35 miles south of Oleg's Trading Post and 10 mouths southwest of the gold-filled spider lair they had cleared yesterday. They were currently at the base of a hill, upon which peak a very large and old sycamore stood all by its lonesome, far enough away to avoid easy detection by anybody or anything at the top of the hill at their current distance. And there were certainly signs of inhabitation - tracks going up and down the hill, some new and some old, suggesting that whoever or whatever lived there had been doing so for a while. Uria, in a sudden burst of primal inspiration, would determine that the tracks belonged to a few giant centipedes, while other humanoid footprints belonged to mites. Judging by how many mite tracks there were and how much foraging would be needed to support their population, they probably numbered between one and three dozen, and that was including male and female, young and old.