We have been moving quickly today, trying to make up for lost time. It has come around quickly, but the time for us to think about giving up on our quest to find a stone at Pon is nearly upon us. In just over a week we will have been on our journey for a month, and we always planned on turning back after that time to make it back to the village before the attack, so that we may help them defend against the Ice Elementals with or without the mysterious weapon.
We had been so hopeful that we would make it to Pon in time. Certainly, we had doubts, but we never doubted it so much as to seriously consider turning back early (despite what may have been said and written at the time when moods were low from all the walking and dreary scenery of the wastes). But now I am beginning to lose confidence. Lanua cannot tell, as she has always lived in nothing but a sparse desert of rocks, with an occassional visit to the belly of a mountain. She doesn't understand a forest in the same way I do. I can see that we aren't even at the heart of Adramalech yet. The trees and foliage is getting thicker every hour we move west. Even if Pon sits right at the edge of the forest we will not make it in time. It has taken nearly two weeks to get this far, and we aren't half way through.
Perhaps Pon is in the forest. It might not have been when the Dwarves wrote about it in their runes, but maybe Adramalech has since grown to consume it. I fear that that is the only way we will make it in time. However, we still have time, and I can be optimistic for one more week. I'll happily carry on racing through the forest until Lanua decides she wants us to turn around.
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