The forest was cut back just slightly farther than siege engine range, so any attackers would have to show themselves. That kind of planning indicates a very martial mind indeed. Looking as trailworn as we did, I hoped they wouldn’t shoot us before we made the gate and introduced ourselves properly. Travelers were generally made to stay at the fortified inn there, at the bottom of the ramp, but as a warden Stefan was entitled to receive hospitality from nobles, and so up the ramp we went.
Safari journal, page 31: a fortress
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April 29: Around the noon hour we emerged from the bog. An hour on the trail crossed a trade route [sic], and we followed it westward. Two miles down, we came to a fortress, and rest.
