The grasslands continue for a long while. Far to the south, a group of humanoids in black metal armor ride toward Korvosa. Hellknights. Other trade caravans travel in various directions, but none get within shouting distance of theirs. It's a little cloudier today, but overall it's still sunny. It's difficult to tell if Tencednil's shadow cantrip helps. She's never traveled like this before.

Hours pass. The grasslands grow thicker and sparse trees scatter around them.

They stop for lunch at noon.

Nothing visible around, so far. The Hellknights are already riding to Korvosa? Well, if it arrived on the eighth, it would have to be riding today. Makes sense.

Food, some entertainment with clever Ghost Sounds, and of course everyone appreciates some Prestidigitation cleaning out on the road where there aren't cantrip-sellers on every street corner. She can't be entirely generic as an obvious half-elf, but she can fit smoothly as a generic maybe-wizard, one who wants to show off her magic in a place less dense than Korvosa, while still not drawing ire for not chipping in in the obvious ways.

The caravanners appreciate her spells. Soon enough, they're traveling again.

The dirt road moves closer and closer to the river the further they go. Their direction of travel turns sharply northeast. Thickets and tall grass surround the caravan.

Eventually, near sunset, the grasslands become a light wood. Trees surround them and crickets chirp. Small animals move in the bushes. The mountains north of the caravan are stunning to behold.

Soon after the sun sets, they stop and make camp. Dinner is served.

This time she knows to moderate her obviousness. No reason to stand out, and the humans really don't seem to like the nighttime. She's still quick and a bit enthusiastic, but it might just be that she can see better than anyone else here and wants to do her part.

The caravan is friendly enough at dinner. One of the dwarves with them is taking the night watch. Seems smart.

Dwarves! Other people with reasonable ability to see things. She spends some time discussing how their darkvisions differ, and getting some information on Janderhoff from someone who (hopefully) understands a bit more about the population.

Janderhoff is a very ancient dwarven sky citadel with a population of just under sixteen thousand people. This dwarf was born there and clearly enjoys talking about his home. The majority of residents are dwarves, with a couple thousand humans and a few hundred halflings and some gnomes to round things out. No elves live there, as far as he knows.

Hmm. She's always liked dark and small areas. Maybe other elves have worse taste. Forests have an unfortunately high density of monsters, so presumably the elves who live in those know what they're doing but she certainly doesn't. Anyway, sleep now. She'll need to be alert for the mountains tomorrow.