Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 251==

We've been walking for two days now and just when I'm convinced that we're lost, we break out of the woods and onto the trade road.  We were just east of it.  We make it to Brightly before nightfall.  The place has quieted down for the night except the tavern, filled with loud dragonborn lumberjacks.  Marcus got to playing and got them all singing along to DuranDuran stuff.  There's another group of humans in town, a trade caravan from Winterfield that's been staying here until they hear back from the city.  They've been here nearly a year and are afraid to return since the barbarian sacking of the town.  We invited them along but they declined.  Come morning, we're going to resupply and head out.  It'll be nice to sleep in a bed tonight, and get a warm meal.  This trail ration shit gets tiresome.