Dwarin fidgeted in his saddle. He was unaccustomed to riding for long periods, and this trip didn’t look like it was going to be brief. Dwarin would have rather walked but if he was to keep up with the other riders he needed to ride. He had been obliged to hide his cart back at Aspida’s grave because they would be traveling through forests he could not navigate the cart through. He knew it would be safe from being stolen because the local villagers were scared silly of the place, since the great fire, and the loss of their husbands and sons. They thought it was cursed. Dwarin had packed most of his stuff into the saddlebags of his horse he dubbed “Surefoot” including Aspida’s iron box. What he could not take he buried near his cart, hoping to come back for it later.
When they came upon the greenway, something clicked in Dwarin’s mind. He quickly retrieved Aspida’s box from the saddlebag. Once more he carefully took the map from the box. As he looked at it he realized it was a map of the greenway and the surrounding area. He quickly spurred his horse to reach the head of his pack. He reached Thenamir in the lead. Catching sight of Dwarin’s haste Thenamir said: "You look troubled, master dwarf. What is wrong?". “I think this might be of use to you” Dwarin replied as he handed the map to Thenamir. “I found it in a chest that Aspida gave to me on her deathbed. It is a map of the old south road and the surrounding cities, some of which I have never seen, or even heard of. I feel there is some treachery about. We might even use it to predict our enemy’s destination. For now I leave this matter to you.” With that Dwarin slowed up to let the convoy pass, so he could take up his position in the rear, where he had been posted.
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