The sun fell over the village. The crisp autumn air carrying the sounds of birds chirping and leaves falling. Not a large village by any standards, the smell of several hearth fires filled the air. A few rogue snowflakes managed their way down to the ground, reminding the villagers that winter was surely on its way. That meant stocking up on as much smoked meat, breads and vegetables as could be eaten before spoiling.

Preparing for the journey ahead, Hass and James packed the last remaining supplies into their sacks before getting underway. The trip would take several days according to existing maps and charts. For the most part, the pair would be moving blindly over hill and valley, trench and talus. Nothing but an old hand-drawn map to show the way to Mistville Manor.

The villagers gathered near the village gate offering their prayers and words of encouragement to the duo. Some handing them small trinkets to carry on their trip, reminding them all that was at stake.