The entire dwarven company marched from the capital to the northern edge of the Southern Valley. He pointed out where the vineyards were and as they rode down the old road, there were elves out in the fields with the threat of invasion gone from their lands. Even some of Mandur's kin were helping out those wineries that were hit the hardest by the hoard that were once destroyed, now mostly rebuilt.

"Since we're basically heading towards either Deeping Dale or Storm Haven, did anyone want to stop by and see anyone in particular? Or are we sticking to the road and see where it leads us?" Alyson asked everyone.

"I say let's stick to the road and see where it takes us," Irzen replied without hesitation.

"Ditto." Serna added her two cents before she turned to the Fairy, "What do you say, Caliaphy?"

"Hey I'm just here for the company, Serna." The kurori quipped.

Mandur reigned his war goat along side the party, "Your all welcome to visit my home town, folks. Proper titles were left back at Arbor Haven. Out here, just be yer selves lads and lasses."

Lazheros rubbed his goatee, "Hmm, I would like to see the Grand Monument that your cousin, Martuk speaks of."

"Aye the Grand Monument. Where all our ancestors are recorded. The great paragons who came before and those who have yet to come." The hill dwarf captain replied.