At least that was what the clues kept telling her. She'd been on the road for nearly three months now, traversing from the fishing village at the far north and down along the spine through the burnt town of Knottington. From there it was near far as south goes until she hit the impenetrable trees of the dark forest. A city called Annak'Tul where wisened old men trained ravens for carrying letters. Here she got her first real break in the quest to find Eodar. A cloak - one whose owner's smell was faint but unmistakably Nordenfiir. He'd left it there years and years ago, an unnecessary layer for the Norden in these warm lands of summer. He meant to head west, following the mountain range of the spine, across the Allir Reach to Alliria, and that was all they knew. So to Alliria she would go. ~~~ The Boggart's Bowl Inn, Alliria Evening A ruckus had erupted approximately an hour ago after an armored woman challenged a drunken dwarf to an arm wrestling match. What proceeded after that was a growing crowd of people and a growing betting pot. She'd defeated every challenger and her own stack of coin stood a little taller with each victory.