Viktor arrives in Dragonhold. After the delegation he traveled with was ushered out of the citadel and into Bouldershore, he separated himself from the politicians and merchants with the excuse of seeing to his mount and baggage. Once away from the others he made his way toward the wharf, where he knew he could find passage to Stonepoint and the Trade Way beyond.
Once across the lake and headed out of Stonepoint, Viktor decided to leave the road and skirt the edge of the mountains in order to reach The Way Inn a little sooner. Half-hoping to find something to test his mettle against, he didn’t really expect to run into trouble this close to the mountain. He expected even less to encounter a woman camped alone in the relative wilderness.
Initially planning on making his way straight to The Way Inn, he found himself drawn to the woman, the first in memory not immediately enamored by his station. She was polite enough, though Viktor suspected she was all but interrogating him about why he wasn’t traveling the road. She seemed protective of the mountain, and the wilds in general. She eventually introduced herself as Dawnea, and Viktor’s decision to share the story of his departure from Damara and his travel through the dwarves magic Gate proved to get her interest, as did telling her about his homeland.
The pair shared a pleasant, if simple, supper, which Dawnea prepared, and Viktor played his flute and shared the bards’ version of the tale of his Grandfather and King Phredregon defeating the Witch-King of Vaasa along with their companions who all traveled to the Realms from another world.
They stayed in that camp for the night, splitting a watch just to be on the safe side.
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