The journey to Mount Callum took exactly five days. Five long days and there was not much rest. The first two days everyone was still in high spirits, still excited about the fact that we were going to explore somewhere new, a place of history. Even Ivana who although tried not to show any emotions hummed a few tunes and I could tell she was very excited to be out of Lord Skarde's house. Having visited the residence myself, I would have been excited to get out. I would have done the exact same thing.
By the third day though, our excitement had been starting to wane. There was less laughter, less chatter. The horses made their way forward with reduced passion while their feet produced a slow and a weary clopping noise. The unyielding sun pounded above us as though it had an individual animosity for every single one of us while the path turned into a rugged path covered in dust.
