When the morning comes something has changed with Arenhal. At first you can't put your finger on it, but then your nose wakes up as well. That wretched skunk smell has finally vanished. Perhaps it is a blessing from the temple, perhaps it finally just faded away, or perhaps Arenhal finally took a good enough bath. Whatever the reason you are all glad for the results.
Feeling rested and refreshed you plot your path for the next two days back to Oleg's. Wasting no time you pack camp, mount up, and ride off. You've started to get to know the land, but there are still many miles of unexplored forest or tiny dells and hidden areas in the great Narlmarches. For hours you ride through woods that don't look that familiar but then you near the old bandit camp at the ford and things become almost home like for you. You cross the river without problems and press on as late as you feel safe. Camp is made and the night passes and you wake to a light rain. Now getting back to Oleg's seems all the more important, if just to get out of the rain.
** Sarenith 23 **
You travel through more forest and then out onto the plains and grasslands of the Greenbelt south of Oleg's. Picking up time on the grasslands your horses press forward and you can already taste Svetlana's cooking and feel the soft beds under you. An option to swing east to visit Bokken is brought up, but another night in the wild seems a poor idea now, and you'll ride out to the hermit on your way out once more.
It is that on the evening of Sarenth the 23rd that you spy Oleg's Trade Post up ahead in the fading light. Smoke trails from the chimney and the gate stands open welcoming you inside. Your horses clip-clop into the common yard, the tents of Kesten and his men still camped out near the stables. Only a few torches burn near the flophouse and Oleg's main house. The place appears sleepy, and so you ride into the stables and take care of your own horses. By the time you've unsaddled them and start across the yard that's when Oleg appears, barechested, a worried look on his face, an axe in his hand. Then he sees its you and he smiles, "Damn it! You scared me half to death!" He gives you all friendly handshakes and greetings and welcomes you home.
