Uneventful day, spent riding the East Way road (heading west) in pursuit of the Bloodreaver Clan.
We pass the spot where Greylin, Etavia, and Jaskur Windersson, along with Rickul Tranndorn, managed to cut themselves loose of the slave caravn and tried to flee into the forest. Sadly, Rickul Tranndorn didn’t even make it to the treeline – shot in the back by Bloodreavers.
Rickul’s shallow grave can be seen from the road as we pass.
As night falls, no sign of our quarry, though the wagon tracks clearly continue on down the road.
We make camp at the feet of the Thunder Peaks. From here on, our path leads into the mountains.