After the recent commotion, the group arrived at Snow Deer Ridge around dinnertime. It was the largest trading post in Snow Deer Valley.
The town was built on a small knoll, enclosed by a wooden wall ten meters high. The entrance was deserted, just an empty gateway.
A few Torches burned on the wall, their pitiful flames struggling desperately in the wind.
"Are you Adventurers?" a Guard on the watchtower shouted, leaning out as the group approached.
"That's us!"
Before Colin could speak, Kase stepped forward to answer.
"Hey, isn't that Kase? Is that really you?" the Guard said, leaning farther out. "Told you not to head south! There's nothing for you in the land of those cunning southerners!"
As one of those "cunning southerners," Colin was surprised. 'I never thought I'd see the day my local reputation was lower than Kase's.'
"I came back this time to check on the tribe," Kase said. "Still no tax to get in, right? Same as before?"
