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Trudging down the road trying to keep one eye on the crow and the other on his companions, Father Quadrial noticed that the morning raid had turned portions of the hard packed road to muck.
The Baron had obviousley been using a lot of man-power to get the road ready for cobblestones but when the war broke out the strong laborers had been conscripted into the army.
The party seemed to be setting off in ones and twos following the crows as he was.
There were a number of folk who had introduced themselve to the Baron but who had not made it to that gate in time.
Father Quadrial wondered aloud (a habit that made the usual vow of silence by members of his order close to impossible).
"Perhaps some of them thought better then heading into danger with such folk as these. Yon black crows warning of doom might well have scared some away. Or perhaps they are gathering provisions and will join us soon. I only hope that is the case because if we go much further they will not be able to catch up. Damn this mud, it oozes between my toes. Oh to have fine boots like the lord knight or to ride again.'
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