The wind is blowing hard and harsh across the flat, bleak landscape of the fens. Inric braces himself against it, feeling his hood blow off his head almost immediately. Copper presses against him, but the bookwyrm knows where he wants to go. At first it's the same route as before, leading them along the damp packed earth of the small path between the tall grass, past a tree which doesn't look quite as Inric remembers. He eyes the stump of a broken branch thoughtfully. Later on, Copper diverges from the route towards Milburh, and Inric frowns in thought. "It's at the Orderhouse now, is it?" That could mean... quite a lot of things. "Mrrp?" Copper is poised to go on, but Inric doesn't want to go near the place in daylight. He sits down on a convenient fallen tree. "It'll be dark soon," he says to the eager bookwyrm. "We can move then."