The party's second day out from Drakengard Keep dawned bright over the Dragonspine Mountains. These extended towards the rising sun a little over a hundred miles, they knew. If they were to travel much of that direction, Drakengaurd territory would give way fully to that of The Citadel of the Raven, a fortified town fully under the control of the Zhentarim. That secret society, also called the Black Network, seemed dangerously reinvigorated by the rebirth of their tyrant god Bane.
The Dragon Spines continued behind them—to the north—and on to the east another dozen miles, where a river drained out of them and made the long flow down to the moonsea.
The road was well maintained by the city of Hilsfar—a xenophobic little nation that used it to move ore from their own mines. It was a bit of a gamble taking this road, but perhaps necessary, if they would eventually have to send dwarf caravans from Drakengard tot he Spiderhaunt to actually procure the adamantine they secured.
“Everyone stay alert,” Amarlic said calmly. “Tessa should be able to warn us of most things in terrain like this, but Hilsfar's Red Plumes and the Zhentarim's blackclads will be equally happy to rob us or worse.”
Despite his words of caution, the half giant ambled along at an easy pace, encouraging Selena to perch on one shoulder, Naruna on the other.
Tessa staled about the terrain, moving from bluff side to hilltop instantly in tiny cracks of thunder. This made gave her unparalleled ability as a scout—almost as mobile and with almost as high a perspective as a flying scout, but with much better cover. Unfortunately the little pops of collapsing air—while hardly loud—echoed about in the hills they passed through, and might be detected by a cunning ear.