*Sylor takes her hand, and after a few words to the guards outside from each of them, they head off.
An hour or so later, and they are a long way into the wilderness, only a mile or so from where their village is to be built.*
Here seems a good place to stop for lunch, eh?
*Sylor puts down his backpack, takes out a large blanket, which he spreads on the ground, and starts getting various food and drink items out too, which he places on the blanket.*
The view here is splendid. You can see for miles down the valley of the heartlands...
So then he goes, YOU SHALL NOT PASS, and I say "I've got WINGS? I can FLY?" It was hilarious! The dwarf was tough, but the elf was delicious and they had some men and these four bite-sized guys, too. The wizard was fuming when I flew off.