Belated update partly due to waiting for Inithis, and to being a tad busy yesterday. Allow me to make up for it by giving you all an extra tidbit of information about the workings of the game:
If all the posted action results are estimated to have taken place in under 5 minutes of time (such as the ones here), I won't bother updating the countdown timer.
Sir Havel the Unyielding
Sir Havel walks calmly into the lobby of the inn. As the Chosen One enters the establishment, a man at the front desk stares at him with a look of confusion and unbelief. "What the hell...?"
Hisir left the tower well over an hour ago, heading eastward after failing to find anything that could be considered a useful weapon. Seems like Mr. Beckford was more a man of arts and literature, rather than one of battle and bloodshed. So far, the Chosen One has come across some large copses and tall hills, but nothing that could rightly be called a forest or mountain. Most the way, it's just been field after field after field...
Investigating the surrounding area to the best of his ability, The Moderator is able to confirm a couple of things:
One, there is an abundance of plant life in his current location. Two, the ground gets considerable steeper off of the trail, which is probably something to be careful about.
Finally, and he can't be entirely certain about this, but it definitely seems like there's something standing a couple yards ahead of him.