Onward to Yetzinburg

[Grumbaki]

The caravan made it's way through the Winter's Teeth Pass. At first the going was easy, with the wagons being two across with no difficulty, but the higher up they went the narrower the road got, and soon enough the wagons were moving in single file. Sven was sitting up front with one of the coachmen, seeing as how the merchant had fallen asleep, which finally gave him time to slip away.

The coachman next to him was wrapped up in a heavy coat, shivering as the cold wind buffeted him. Sven, thanks to his ring sat next to him wearing nothing but a sleeveless shirt. The coachman glared at him enviously, though Sven hadn't noticed as he was to busy enjoying the view.

"How do you do it?"

"What?"

"Wear that?"

"Well, I put me shirt on o'er me head..."

"No! I mean, why arn't you cold?"

"I don't get cold."

"But...never mind. Listen, the names Ludwig. I've been running with this caravan for the past three years. What made you join?"

"Gold. And I'm heading back down to the border princes, so it's best to do so on a wagon. Aye?"

"Getting as far away from Archaon as possible, eh?"

"Who?"

"Uhm, Archaon. You know, from the north. Leading a giant horde down. Lots of people heading south."

"If ye say so. Mayhaps I'll head up north then, see if it's true. Bet ya I'd get paid well to kill him."

"Ha! Good one. Y'know you remind me of this one dwarf, he..."

Sven had stopped paying attention though. He was to busy thinking about how much money he could get for killing this Archaon. First thing first though, he'd be heading back up to the hold to get a good look at it. Then, if he felt like it he'd head up north, that is unless something else interesting comes along to distract him.

[Grumbaki]

The caravan slowly made it's way through the pass without any undue problems. Ludwig was still talking as they made their way up to the peak and started to descend down towards the Valley below.

"...and that's when he realized that she was really a halfling! You won't believe what he did next, he..."

Sven glanced over at him and sighed. He had spent nearly a century in human lands, and in that time he had learned that there was when dealing with humans there was no end to their stupidity or the variety it came in.

Eventually the caravan made it's way down from the pass and made it's way into the valley itself.

"...like I was saying, Yetzinburg will be right up ahead. Sigmar's bones it'll be good to sleep under a real roof."

Sven looked over at him, shocked that he had stopped talking. Realizing that he was supposed to say something, he just grunted and nodded his head.

"Yeah, your right. Y'see..."

Sven groaned and held his head in his hands. He had no idea what he had done to deserve this.

[Drasanil]

[OOC: 5xps, I'd have given you more, but your posting is incredibly slow as of late.]