Mossward to the Old South Road

I woke up to a thunderin' storm and plenty of miles to cover, but one river at a time as they say. I hadn't slept too well as there were rats a-plenty making all kinds of racket. I stepped into the rain, Bevan at the gate told me the town were worried about more yrch from the south, 'pparently been havin' a spot o' bother wi' raiders. No mind for me, I were heading east. I stopped in to Skardí's anyways, and sharpened me blade just in case. A couple o' young'uns were biting at me heels, but I headed for the old south road, knowin' it'd be another dratted wet boots day.