It has been a week since I have departed. Where I am I can barely see Voturim and just beyond it Voturiss, the top spires just barely poking out over the horizon. Out of the forest, the landscape is barren and a clear road up to the border. It will require some time trekking through barren, cold land before I make it to the the mountain range. I am usually fast, if I do say so myself, but a storm is has begun to billow. These unforgiving conditions make for slower travel than usual; I fear it may take many more days than I first envisioned to leave the Dynasty. I best dig in for the night and trek through in the morning in hopes that it clears up by then.