Let us make haste

After a restless night, Talathel wakes up the next morning to watch the sun rise. Not seeing anyone else awake, he goes out to the stable and prepares his horse for the day.

"You certainly are not as beautiful a creature as Nesme, but you are worthy of a name. How about Arandur?"

He went about his preparations and then headed back into the inn. He knocked on the doors of Darvin and Thjodolf. The half-orc answered the knock.

"We should go soon. Nym is still far ahead of us. Once we get past Yartar, there will be no lodging until Everlund. We must at least get to Yartar this evening, if not further. Ready yourself, as today will be another long day of traveling."

Thjodolf grunted a response. Talathel went back to the stables and waited for his companions to arrive.