To Zilor -
It was around mid morning when you met up with Neren. As for marching order, the road is wide enough to comfortably ride two abreast.
Archway speaks...
"I think we should reach Reedton by this eve. When it gets late though, we should be on the look out for a place to camp, just in case."
You all ride on for a few more hours, enjoying eachother's company and the nice weather.
As dusk approaches, you crest a hill. Coming over the hill you see in the North-east the Brekfol mountains on the horizan. Down in the valley bellow the hill you are on is the small town of Reedton.
Scarcely a dozen buildings and one large guard tower, Reedton is set on the banks of the river Fen, same as Habbendale. In fact, it is not too uncommon for you all to see travelers from here stopping in Habbendale with thier barges for the night on the way to the larger cities in the West.
You next realize that there are several dozen people, maybe a hundred, on both foot and horse back coming up the road towards you, headding west.
Farther back behind them, in the town it's self, you can make out 6 or 8 people on horse back riding through the town with torches and chaseing the vlillagers out.
Archway breaks formation and charges down the hill towards the people on the road.