(Are the gates open?)

Not that you can see, there is no lock either

Skorn attempts to open the gates. 

(strength check if needed: 6)

(He slips and falls apparently)

Mr. Greenleaf - Is it possible to see through the gate? If so is anything moving or is there anything unique on the other side?
16 Perception

Strength check for Torvin on the gates: 17

Manneo - Will stay by Ireenas side ensuring that she is within half an arms reach at all times.

 The gates swing open as they approach, screeching as the hinges move

The path continues as the gate closes behind you all as you enter

Skorn looks back at the group, Shall we pick up the pace a little? I know it will be harder to see anything coming, but it will also be harder to catch us.

Mr. Greenleaf - As the gates screech open Flyn will look towards the group with the most shocked NopeFace you've ever seen "This doesn't feel right."


Looking towards Ireena "Are you sure it's safe to go in here? It seems like a trap?"
18 Insight on her response

Torvin will assume his position of flanking Ireena for the resumption of the journey 

Manneo - Agreeing with Skorn says, "It wouldn't hurt us to move at a quicker pace, though I fear it may be a useless endeavor."

Ireena says " This is the only way to Valleki" As you continue you get to another fork in the road either going right or left. Ireena says " We do not want to go left"

Skorn, still moving, calls back What is on the left?

As we slow at the fork Torvin after listening to Ireena will look to the right to get a sense of the surrounding area

perception: 6

The Old Svalich Road transitions here from being a winding path through the Balinok Mountains to a lazy trail that hugs the mountainside. You can't see anything past the woods though to the left. 

Ireena says " I have heard tales of a not so pleasent smell coming from that area"

I see. Moving forward, then. Skorn quickens his pace to as fast as his dwarf legs will carry him.

Mr. Greenleaf will do his best to keep pace as well.

The Old Svalich Road meanders into a valley watched over by dark, brooding mountains to the north and south. The woods recede, revealing a sullen mountain burg surrounded by a wooden palisade. Thick fog presses up against this wall, as though looking for a way inside, hoping to catch the town aslumber.

The dirt road ends at a set of sturdy iron gates with a pair of shadowy figures standing behind them. Planted in the ground and flanking the road outside the gates are a half-dozen pikes with wolves’ heads impaled on them.