Late that evening, Karl and the others had returned to the same Inn that they had stayed at the previous evening, for one last night of rest before leaving.
"How do you plan to go west? The road runs northwest into the city of Khizdila before you'll find a secondary road running west into Gabil. And that is a four-day journey, all the way up to Nulnalgat." The waitress asked as they made plans for the journey.
"We have the services of a Thunderbird, and there is a black dragon among us. So, I was intending to simply fly straight west until we saw signs of our target." Karl suggested.
The stout young Dwarven woman nodded. "Just be sure to dress the ladies nice and warm. If you're going to fly high enough to get up above the mountains, the air will get mighty cold.
