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(I'm just waiting til Gutebnurg and everyone has answered before I reply. Just give him some time. Might take a while ^^)

(So I guess this is pretty dead, huh?)

(Red will be back, I am sure of it.
Be patient, dear.
That said, I am sure you would enjoy doing something else for now, until his return.)

(It's Half-Life 3 all over again. ;-; )

(He did say he was busy, so I'm sure he'll be back. Patience, friends, patience ^^)

((Sorry you guys, been working a LOT, and I've been out of town for a few days to boot. I didn't think to look here. I'll try and make this boost things a bit))

Boris spares a brief nod towards the whole of the group, wasting little time in chatting or conversation - They need to get to the next village, and they need to get their quickly. It's a half a day's trek away from their current site, but of course it would be a good idea to get far away from the previous village. No matter how un-trained, a large amount of militiamen would easily over take a small party.

The mountaineer, Boris, has walked these woods countless times. Even his favored pet and companion Chauncey, seems familiar with this area. His footsteps are rather slow, cautious of a few high raised roots and low holes in the earth beneath them. He would intentionally divert away from the road, cautious of more soldiers possibly spotting them. Yet it would always be in sight. The trail he takes, a game trail it appears, wraps around a heavily wooded stretch of mountains, inclining. As they rise, so does the snow, and so do their legs to press through it. The mountains offer some protection from the snowfall, and the cold wind, which is good. Otherwise, it may be intolerable. The venture is one northward, the farther north the party traverses, the warmer it seems to be (though, not a sudden change in temperature, and the snow is still quite prominent)

Hours upon hours of bounding through thick snow, over slick icy ground, leads the group to a point in which the mountain cuts off the game trail, and makes it impossible to traverse without either ample climbing gear (which they do not have), or by taking a turn to he west, and finding the main road again. Being no other option, Boris heads west, until he arrives at the pass. The road narrows heavily, as it cuts through the mountain, to a point where no more than five people could pass at once. Both sides of this trail are blocked by a nearly impassible mountain, which would take several days to hike around, through highly treacherous terrain.

After passing through this gap, looking down the mountainside, the village in question can be seen a stones throw away. Untouched, by the raiders who are undoubtedly planning to come here, next.

To be put into simple words: Ivan was exhausted, as was his horse. Of course, such a feeling he's used to since he was exiled. The road was his home, and found travelling with others to be a fairly welcome change of pace. All the time, he'd use to travel alone with his horse, but now that he has company, he no longer felt like he had no more family.

Ivan gasped in surprise as they make it to the village. He breathes a sigh of relief and looks to the others. "Oh great joy! We've made it! Ha ha haaa!" He throws his arms up in the air triumphantly. "Yes! We..." He looks to the others and lowers his arms, and blushes underneath his armour. "Um... da... let's keep going..." He says in an almost amusing tone, obviously sounding embarrassed.

There was a moment in which Sif could hardly breathe. It was when Ivan almost caught her presence. It was probably dangerous for her to be following the party like this. She needed to be more careful. The terrain they started entering was treacherous and she took a great risk. She had to go to the village either way, but she had debts to pay and secrets to uncover. Luckily for her, she was dressed well enough for the occasion and she knew what this place was like. She had been here before and she let them pass down the road, a little further towards the village, before she went in after. She just hoped they wouldn't discover her presence. She kept a close eye on Ivan, but not too close. He noticed something back then..

Boris would have chuckled heartily at Ivan's response to the location of civilized land. It was good to see someone in such high spirits, especially given what occurred the day prior. He continued his trek down the slope of the mountainous trail, Chauncey lingering a few steps behind.

The hamlet ahead was a hair bigger than the one before, with a wall around. Much like the other, it is built with the idea of deterring animals from entering, rather than stopping some sort of militant force. The people here are ignorant to the happenings, a few miles away. In front of the gate lies two volunteer guards, armored in thickened leather, with makeshift spears, and hunting bows. This place was certainly not outfitted to stand off against raiders of any size, merely the bare minimum to hold off a handful of roving bandits.

"They need to be warned.." Boris muttered aloud.

(Yeah, just waiting for you guys to make a move, I guess ^^)

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