We move at a fast but not punishing pace, and still I find myself tired. My new companion walks swiftly and remains mostly silent. I haven't learned much about them. Their falcon, Atcheless, is a splendid creature who spends the days watching for trouble from above.
There has been precious little of that so far. Word has travelled through the attuned that Drakenpest has fallen and the Olhaldoaran's are headed east. There are people already moving East ahead of them, the road is not full but there are many fully loaded wagons headed towards Sprin. We have passed a few large military units headed west. These are somewhat troublesome to get by but we manage. Laurin seems to have all the credentials they need to secure food, lodging, passage, and money. I have never travelled in such comfort for so long, though we go by foot.