As Rivendare woke up the next morning, he could feel a cool breeze drifting through the loose flaps of the tent. Somewhere in the distance a bird sang its morning melody, and next to him he could feel the warmth of Andrayla's body. Her arms held against him and he felt her chest rise and fall as she breathed in and out. He felt secure in this environment, as if this was his eternal paradise.
He looked over and saw that she was opening her eyes slowly, but with a smile on her face. No words needed to be said, just a simple gaze in each other's eyes explained everything. They sat there for quite some time just looking at each other, until Rivendare got up to make the preparations for the long walk they had ahead of them.
Grabbing the map, he attempted to find where they were. It took him sometime to find out that they were. Rivendare found out that they were in the Redridge Mountains, somewhere past the Blackrock camp that he assumed they had to pass through. In the distance, a massive tower loomed in the distance, it was quite obvious that this was the Tower of Ilgalar. He had heard stories of the evil man who dwelled there, how his army of Gnolls had almost destroyed the town of Lakeshire with the help of the Blackrock Orcs. Somewhere in there, he still lived and plotted, but that was another story.
Rivendare set his bearings as somewhere between the Orc Encampment and the Tower, which gave them around a day of travel to reach Lakeshire. After planning out a route for the trip, which would safely divert them from the Orc Encampment while still allowing them to reach Lakeshire by foot, Rivendare began to make packs to carry their provisions.
As he began to pack, Andrayla walked over and grabbed the map. She looked over it for a few seconds then quickly said, "This won't work at all." Rivendare quickly dropped the pan he was tying onto one of the sacks and spun around to face her, sputtering out, "What do you mean?" She replied with a assertive manner, "The Orcs will be guarding this road with all sorts of guards and patrols. This is too obvious, I have a far better plan." Coming back defensively, Rivendare sarcastically said, "Oh, and what might that be?" Grabbing the map, she pointed out a line from where they were to an abandoned lumber mill. Looking at it quickly, Rivendare blurted out the obvious, "But that old thing has been abandoned for years!" Andrayla assuredly said, "Do you know why it was abandoned?" Seeing that she was going somewhere, Rivendare looked down and sighed before saying, "No." Andrayla smiled as she joyfully announced, "The Defias gang made it abandoned, it's used as part of our tunnel network to get around the Stormwind patrols. That is where we will go to avoid those stupid Orcs."
She then smiled again as she said, "C'mon, grab some breakfast, I cooked a deer that I caught this morning." Rivendare dutifully obliged, as he had not eaten anything since midday yesterday. Even though the Deer had no spices, he devoured it without thinking, such was the intensity of his hunger. After they finished their meals, they set out on the road towards the Lumber Mill, unsure of what would happen.