Stonrecrop Encampment to Mossward

Funny thing about the Stonecrop camp, it's not named for the rocky outcrops thereabouts, there's a chap trades there by the name o' Burl... Stonecrop! I waited 'til dark in camp, had a spot o' grub, listened to young Ged play his lute, warmed me bones by the fire - knowin' I'd needs must wade through the Greyflood in the chill o' night. Wet boots again of course. I saw a few yrch prowlin' about but no bother, I can be sneaky when's needed. Made it to Mossward afore the witchin' hour and bedded down for a solid night's kip. There's no warm bed 'twixt Mossward and Lhanuch, leastwise not the way I was takin'.