It is just as well that you do so, for the more than 100 pilgrims and their escort, with wagons and mounts, takes up the whole thing. They pass you without incident, though several of the red garbed clerics glare at Sharone in passing. You continue on your way. That night you camp near a small river, spanned by an old stone bridge. McTavish strokes his beard.
Several moths fly out.
After that the road forks. The Great Western Road turns southeast for awhile before swinging north again. After that comes Frawnaford . That's a great ruined city under Imrimil's curse. I hope we can bypass it.