As the adventurers rode along the trail, they passed a group of a dozen or so motley-looking men on horseback. As the fellows moved out of earshot, several of the party members turned to regard their backs. Something troubles those men. Maybe they're headed into battle or something, and they're worried. As they should be.
Battle can be a serious thing.
The group continued to ride eastward, and after two more days, they had skirted the Nyr Dyv and entered the Duchy of Urnst. After that, they rode through the County of Urnst, and then through great Nyrond itself. They spent most of their nights camped on the open plain, and their greatest challenges were brief encounters with lawful, wandering knights of the land. Such men were friendly, and often asked of events in Greyhawk, sharing the party's campsite for a time. Such benevolence reminded the adventurers that they were indeed in friendly lands, inhabited by friendly people.