There's a nice little path follows the Isen and I loves the sounds of the waterfalls and weirs all the way along, very calming.
I didn't bother stopping at Grimbold's camp as I had a lot of ground to cover that day, and one of his footman told me there'd been some trouble across the river so's I'd best keep movin'.
Fair enough I says, and I plodded across the river and into the Westfold, wet boots an' all.
Squeezing 'twixt the Misties and the White Mountains I stopped at Cuvnerth, most folks won't go there but I knows the Dragon Clan from back a ways, and they don't mind putting me up seein' as I've done a turn or two for their kin up in Enedwaith.
The next leg would take me over the Isen and into Lōgrad proper, home of the Eorlingas, the Rohirrim we calls 'em in the common tongue. They flippin' loves their horses.
Brenin Crus