The evening passes largely uneventfully. The army seems to respond well to both Waylan and Grace's overtures, and are clearly pleased to see the somewhat celebrities socializing with the rank and file. At several points, Aron and some of the other more plan-oriented individuals find themselves peering skyward- only to find that the constellations and stars they know are utterly misplaced. It's a sobering thought that the very fringes of the world seem to have turned against you, though the River Sellen seems as straight and consistent as ever. Perhaps it's for the best that you can follow the earth north- the sky is no help whatsoever.

The next morning, brutal winds descend from the bluff to the East. Throughout the day, the distance varies as the army trudges northwards. Sometimes it's far enough that you can't make out the ledge, and others it's a light blue tinge on the horizon. But always, it's masked by the sepia blend of dust and silt filling the air and agitating your lungs and eyes. Travel is rough, and slow-going. It's impossible to be certain that you've evaded notice, but it seems likely that the wind and dust plaguing your scouts likewise interfere with theirs.

Aron is in a sour mood when the army breaks for camp. The sun seems to be setting earlier than it should, and the winds haven't yet died down, making tent pitching a decidedly awkward task. Still, there are more than enough hands to the task, and eventually it is accomplished. "I can't be sure," the scout grumbles to the heroes, "But I doubt we made it more than twenty miles today..."

The army at large doesn't seem worse off than before, but supplies are consumed as usual.

Spoiler: Army progress
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At the end of day two, Aron suspects you've traveled 55 of the 160 miles. Stores are at 44/50.