Kings Highway #15

When you reach Cross Point, the sun is high in the sky. A cool breeze carries the scent of merchants on the move. Animals, spices and herbs, leather armor and weapons—the kings highway is already bustling with traffic. Travelers on foot, in cart and wagon, transporting their wares to the capital to sell and trade.
No one pays particular attention to you or any in your party.
Valda nods at the guard house on the far side of the road. It still looks abandoned. “No soldiers.”
“Which means,” you add, “if Gunther and Keelan were soldiers, this may be their assigned post…”
The two farmers, Blain and Jamel, shake each of your hands gratefully.
“Thank you,” says Blain, “We’re not likely to find our wagon and it’s a long journey home, but we have our lives. For that, we will always be grateful.”
“Thank you,” adds Jamel, with a grin so wide it seems to encompass his small face, “…for everything.”
“Take this,” you say, tossing the small coin pouch you found on Gunter’s body. Blain catches it and frowns. “He won’t be needing it. Call it penance.”
With another round of thanks and gratitude, they leave you.
Carts roll past sluggishly, making their way towards Castle Andilain.
“Last chance to ditch this and keep our skins,” whispers Dorbane.

“I don’t feel right leaving Dagan and the girl alone and unprotected.” Go to page #16
“We’ve done enough. Find a ride for the girl and we’ll head to Westgaiden.” Go to page #43