My decrepit avatar and Vilja are in The Count's Arms, Anvil, following completion of a road patrol and several mercantile deliveries to that fair city. En route they delivered packages to Skingrad and collected taxes-due at Gottshaw Inn.
The trip got off to an unintended late start. My avatar left his Weye domicile at the accustomed time. First stop, the Waterfront Gold Horse Courier office to grab a delivery assignment for Skingrad. Much to his surprise, he was not allowed to do so. At a loss, he rummaged through his packs until discovering the cause. He already possessed a Gold Horse assignment to the Roxey.
Cursing himself for a senile old fool, his first thought was “To heck with it, I'll settle for a patrol and one delivery assignment this trip, and do Roxey on our return.” But Roxey was so blasted near. It made little sense to postpone it. In the end he elected to, in order:
- Deliver supplies to Roxey.
- Visit the Palace for a patrol assignment Anvil.
- Visit All Saints for a delivery assignment to Skingrad.
- Visit Gold Horse headquarters for a delivery assignment to Skringrad.
- Return to Weye.
- Gather Vilja and the rest.
- Hit the road.
Doing it that way put them behind schedule. They didn't depart Weye until afternoon. Didn't reach Skingrad until late afternoon. Didn't depart Skingrad (with fresh delivery assignments) until early evening. (The Skingrad Gold Horse clerk was once again hard to track down, and they needed to eat.) It should go without saying that they did not reach Anvil that day but instead slept at an off-road campsite somewhat east of Kvatch.
Up early next morning they rode west to Gottshaw, gathered taxes, then continued on to their ultimate destination.
The patrol itself was a piece of cake. Between Weye and Skingrad they encountered a grand total of one foe, a brown bear engaged in combat with a wandering mercenary. The mercenary bested it before they could reach him to help. Between Skingrad and Anvil they faced four adversaries, including a bandit at the camp where they slept.
Oh yeah, my avatar got to ply his armourer skills on a wandering Fighters Guild member whose leather goods had disintegrated. He also gave her a better quality weapon (Glass Longsword) than what she had been wielding (Iron or Steel short-sword if memory serves), along with a shield which she had been doing without. The poor lass could have done with a helm, but we had none to spare.
-Decrepit-