It had been a lengthy journey so far, Lazarus reckoned, as he led the sure-footed Peony along the meandering slopes of Myrken Wood. Gentle rains refreshed his spirits, soft grasses fed Beauford in his wooden cage, and easy terrain lightened Peony's burdens of weapons, a tent, and other essential goods for the errant knight. Having breached the Myrken perimeter, the land became distinctly less sloppy and much more enjoyable to simply walk through.
"No more worrying about sinkholes, mosquitos and muck," Lazarus enjoined to Peony as he gently stroked the horse's blond mane. "At least," he added after noting the ongoing swats of Peony's tail, "not as many mosquitos."
A sigh, a smirk, a look for the sky and a shake of his head. He was lost and he knew it. Unfortunately, neither he nor his companions had ever travelled to Myrken Wood before. And even if his companions had, they had no way to let him know save through a miracle. A moment for prayer then, a simple beseeching for help and direction, and continuing forward. Without any other indication or warning, straight was as good a direction as any.
Hours later, as the sun had begun to wane, Lazarus spied some collection of men and work going on in the distance. "I don't think we are there yet," Lazarus confided to Peony. "The knight said it was near the river, and a priory I think. But not the one in the mountains, he told us never to go there," he continued with a gentle chewing upon a lower lip.
"Well, hope they are friendlier than those bandits who saw us off out of the fens," he smiled to himself. Then smirked. It had been a very quick, very brief introduction to such things as sword play and self defense. There was an awful lot left to learn. He rubbed his shoulder with a grimace and stretched the still aching arm with a rueful smile. best to enjoy the pain while it lasted, he mused, before he felt nothing at all.
With another small prayer, a bit of hope, and mingled curiosity, he set towards what appeared to be some fashion of labor camp to see what was going on. And how a knight errant might assist them.