I find traveling on this empty road – which should be swarming with people – more eerie than the battlefield populated by the dead. We pass meadows and glens and pastures and woodlands. Picturesque and fetching. Highly desirable for any group of fairies to settle in. And perhaps in the past there may well have been fairy habitations here among the humans. (Rumble has found mysterious hints of such in a few of the histories he consulted).
Even Dunfallon hangs back a bit to stay in line of sight with us, so I know he’s a little nervous himself.
Rumble feels we should come to the first post or fort early tomorrow. So we will soon have some decisions to make.
If nothing untoward occurs.