The journey continues, and by the next evening, they reach the town of Amphail, past the Westwood. Sėle notes that by the middle of the next day, they should be able to reach Deepwater, and by the end of it their destination of Daggerford.

In Ampahil, it is apparent a festival is starting, plenty of decorations visible all throughout town, and the central plaza is filled with pavillon tents and tables as plentiful buffets of food and drink are prepared, with a stage placed next to the Great Shalarn, a black stone statue of a famous war horse bred in Amphail (which children are currently playing on). A quick ask tells them today is one Tylandar Roaringhorn's sixty-third birthday, a member of the three local Waterdhavian noble families (Roaringhorn, Ilzimmer, and Amcathra), he definitely wants everyone to know about it, and thus everyone is invited to the festivities.

A few people recognize Shiver, presumably from her first trip through the place, so there are plenty of invites to drink.

"Not gonna turn down free food and drink if we're stopping here anyway," Drufi says, rolling her shoulders. Short pause. "Guess drinking in giant size is a no?"

Sėle confirms with a nod. "They might become a little cross if a giantess drinks all their beer." "Yeah thought so."