We decided the best route to Pamplaxia would be to skirt the mountains rather than climbing over them, which also means we can call in on the Forge en route. After the confines of the city, the open skies and fresh air is giddying.
Unfortunately though, our journey was not without incident. Three centaurs ambushed us as we crossed a ford on a spur of the Arkelon River and caught us flat footed, raining arrows down on us before we knew what was happening.
The fight however was short. Blurred by magical haste, Helikaon streaked forward, with Xan and I hot on his heels. A blast of fire exploded behind them and caught between the conflagration and our weapons they soon fell.
It's worrying really. Just a few short weeks ago we were fighting for our lives against a warband of my folk and now we brush them aside as a minor annoyance. Our power is growing, under the influence of the Five Gods and Versi, but I'm not certain in many ways we're ready for it.