Standing on the edge of the heath, where the beaten path gave way to true wilderness, Aiden shushed fernlover the mule and drew off her fine gloves.<br/>The young mage rubbed her hands together and limbered her fingers, then chanted softy in time to precise finger gestures.<br/>Shrouded now in comfortable warmth, she pulled her gloves back on and looked about the road again.  "Here we are on the edge of the map, ahead there be monsters."  She quirked a nervous smile, then stepped down off the road and onto the heath.<br/>Later, when the sun began to set, the mage girl looked around at the endless heath.  "Where do you suppose would be a good place to camp?"