Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170301125240/@comment-28358106-20170302163119

Emily says nothing, but continues to fly on, her face somewhat concerned.

As they travel, it's easy to see why the courier warned against the Flint Run in the rain---the road is mostly tiny flaky rock that becomes an annoying slurry when wet. Regardless, they make good time, and in a couple of hours, they come to a sign that denotes the village of Bartleby up ahead. Ten minutes later and they're at the village entrance. The rain has slowed to a drizzle, and people have taken the opportunity to do what chores they can. It's not a large place, but enough people are around.

Emily looks back and forth. "Uh, maybe you'd better ask for directions instead of me. I don't know how well they would react to a Devil..."