Captain knew the way. Few hours on foot to city, easy fast terrain. If he was
lucky he could catch a riverboat south to Inn of Four winds and be there
before noon. No boats available meant more marching, good fast road though if
it came to that. He set afoot and hoped for the first option.

Hiking through the woods he was repeatedly troubled by the image of his son in
trouble somehow. His son he had left to his grandma to look after back home.
Thank lord he hadn't left them at Shadowkeep, in the eye of the change - he
thought. Captain knew the shock was upon from the east, not the west. The
morning sky had a splint of color in the west, and not the east as it supposed
to.

"Blueberry pancakes" he promised out loud. Blueberry pancakes was what he was
going eat with his son after this thing got sorted out. Remembering the times
the two had spent nights at this very forest, picking blueberries and dozing
off around the campfire - lips blue, happy. Feeling instantly better the
Captain lowered his gaze a bit to the ground to spot some blueberries. The
idea of rushing to the Inn with his lips blue, in full armor and sword raised
made him chuckle. But there were no blueberries. Anywhere. He shrugged the
idea and picked up the pace.