Delrun: Banmila looks at the mountain and her mouth twists into a little half frown. "I see a scary world...full of danger...and loneliness" a tear rolls from her eye.
Zylo: Your full vision is back now. You feel a sense of hopefulness that your quest will be completed with these companions.
As your party moves forward along the road, it becomes less and less maintained. You move along for a few hours, the sun is getting lower in the sky, you all get a little dazed as the boring travel weighs you down.
Banmila has tied her horse off to the cart, and she is dozing in her saddle.
Yanta keeps his eyes towards Shoshana. "Gridi wanted white haired boy dead." He scratches his head. "Your strength kept him safe." he smiles at Shoshana. His teeth are not as bad as one would think a former prisoner's would be, slightly yellowed, but all there, a chip in his bottom front tooth.
Jory and family trudge ahead, eager to get to the destination.