Wednesday, September 3, 1650 (evening)
Weather: Warm and drizzling, with intermittent light rainfall and a moderate breeze.
The party awakes in Lingen to a distinctly brisk morning, the first real sign that Summer has definitely departed. There is a very heavy fog as you break camp, thick enough that Ahmet finds he must stumble around a moment just to find the horses. Even as the fog lifts there's virtually no wind ... but at least the party can get upon the road heading south towards a town called Rheine. It rains in scattered bits all day, the coolness lasting until the early afternoon (with your cloaks wrapped tight around you as you begin to contemplate that winter is but a few months away).
You cannot help taking note that the road is nearly empty. You see not one cart, not one wagon, all day. There are a few traders or peddlars moving on the road, and a group of quiet monks who acknowledge you with signs but do not talk. You make good time with the wagon, as the horses work harder in the cooler temperatures, and you reach Rheine with plenty of sun to spare. The town is good sized, with nearly 400 buildings, with much new construction - the town was razed rather badly, you learn, during the long war.
This comes from a peddler, told as you're all making your way down a slope towards the town. He happens to mention he'll be bypassing the town walls to an Inn three miles further along the road. It seems like such a good idea - and no harm done in the end, so pardon the DM for 'railroading' - that you follow the peddlar there. The cost is a coin less than the cost for the Inn in Lingen, and a storyteller who happens to be present makes the evening worthwhile. Alas, he tells stories the party knows already, but ones from your childhood, so the night is pleasant.
The better temperatures remain through the night and you awake to find a pleasant, sunny day. There's a fresh breeze blowing from the east. Unfortunately, however, once you get south of the smaller, ordinary town of Emsdetten (more than 200 buildings), it doesn't last. While the temperature holds, and even improves until it is warm, there's a squall of small storms that hit you, three of them in a row. You're a bit damp, but none the worse for wear, as you come into Münster that evening.
Münster is a large city, the largest the party has been in since beginning this campaign - more than 2,000 buildings. It is walled and circular, with two magnificent church spires and an impressive cathedral. There's a large market, a university, a library and a catholic seminary, and Andrej recalls from his memory that Münster was a leading member of the old Hanseatic League, which once controlled trade in Germany.
The party finds themselves in the largest square, the Prinzipalmarkt, after that market has closed for the day, and the shops as well. But plenty of beerhauses and inns are open and available for travellers.