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Lucian did not think long as he gave his response, “It is not in the best interest of time, but I believe that we should travel through the Gray Mountains.”
“Really?” There was a genuine hint of surprise within the voice of the Dwarf.
“It seems like the best gambit.” Lucian said as he could only imagine the terrors, “There are Maraders on the northern shores of Bretonnia and enemies to our west. What if we come across another group of Greenskin just like the one that we wiped out?”
“There are also the people themselves.” Pointed out Tyny with his eyes looking upon both Lucian and Adok, “Chaos will reign until a new King is crowned. Troubles on the roads by warmbloods will cause us to lose the most time.”
“Then I hope you are all ready then.” Adok said with a nod, “The Ancestral Roads of the Dawi are wide enough for something as small as a horse to walk through them, but we face the terrors that lurk underneath the earth.”
“Can we rely upon you as a guide?” Lucian asked the Runesmith.
“Aye, you can.” The Dwarf announced as he reached out and tightened his fist, “We travel through the lands of Bastonne, after which we will reach Karak Ziflin. There will be tunnels there that can take us through the mountain to the Empire and Marienburg.”
“Then our route is set.” Declared the Errant as he raised his fist into the air, “We travel to Albion, my friends!”
With his declaration a cry of joy came from the Skink with a low grumble from Adok.
The day was quickly filled with a riot of item collection and gathering as they all got what was needed for the journey. The wagon that was to be carried by the donkey Truffles was filled to the brim with gear, tools, and wines for their travels. It was at the behest of Tyny that food be taken care of by the Kroxigor, to which those present could not argue.
A full night's rest was theirs.
