After many hours of plodding through the forest, the group finally came across the river that passes through Direwood, the next destination they marked on the map. Their faces perked upon seeing the jewel-blue stream that curved through the forest, splashing gently across the rocks at the side. The yellow slime from the creatures had dried on their faces and parts of their clothes. Even after scrubbing up quickly, it was hard to get off, making them feel disgusting; it was the perfect opportunity to clean up.
All at once, they dismounted from their horses and happily made it to the riverbank, sighing as they splashed fresh water on their faces. Ger, always ever so vigilant, stayed back and kept his eyes on his surroundings. He also used the excuse to have a little space from Evanna and her intoxicating scent.
