September 11, 1650, early afternoon Thursday
Weather: cool, with cloudy conditions and a light air
The weather hardly changes, except that the breeze almost dies completely. It is a tolerable day, with just that slight edge that comes from a typical autumn day. The officer Nachnamen seems to be a tolerable and efficient fellow, who does not attempt to force his regimen upon either the dwarves or the party. He passes the word along that the weather has been predicted and that intermittent drizzles are predicted for the evening and night - he hopes everyone is prepared to for some slight wet.
The party learns that Culf is the cook; that Salth and Balther are brothers; that Ganzor is a bit of a clown and that Mega is easy to make laugh. Htuya is a wagnerian (hasn't been born yet, though) hero with her weapons, and the sight of her forearms is enough to put even Ahmet to shame. Palt broke a finger four days ago and is favoring his left hand, while Odval is nursing a cold that's been bothering him now - he claims - for three weeks. Nerga and Seth seem to be quite chummy with one another and Worter complains more than anyone would want to hear.
There's nothing to stop the party from getting to the font. The ground is more or less unchanged since the last time Ahmet was here. Nachnamen deploys his men and the dwarves begin to unpack their equipment. More I will say in the comments.