Return to Stavanger

The DM: The morning of May 23rd, the temperature is consistently cool, the sky features high, streaking clouds and a hint of blue. A moderate breeze is blowing from the northwest. The cart you climb aboard into smells, but the green hay that's been heaped upon it mitigates the odour somewhat. A large, rotund 19 year old girl, Greta, is driving; she is friendly but a bit dense, with a conversation not at all tainted with education.

For a mile you travel on a fair cobbled road, before turning right at a fork and heading off on a cart track; this lasts nearly seven miles, taking you through recently planted hay fields and past gleaming lakes. The wind freshens and the sky develops into a dull blue, with a few puffy clouds. Steadily you make 4 mi. an hour. After two and a half hours, you reach a crossroads that you recognize, as once you met officials of Stavanger here before heading off again for Mimmarudla. You turn north onto a cobblestone road, heading to Stavanger. It is about 10:30 in the morning.

Pandred: I quietly hum the Åsmund Frægdegjevar as we bounce along.

The DM: I listen.

The DM: The party will reach Stavanger about one o'clock in the afternoon. The fresh breeze continues and the wind swings towards north by north west, bringing a strong odor of salt water to the air. The clouds in the sky thicken, so that the blue sky appears briefly.

What does the party want to do in Stavanger?

Stavanger

Vafrandir: We need to go about passage to Treborg. Is someone willing to stay with the baggage while I inquire about this?