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A Change of Clothes, a Change of Weather.
Having descended into the warmer climes of the Vale, we rode on towards the Forrest Gate, and Mirkwood. Though once under the nigh impenetrable canopy of trees the air could be humid, the atmosphere cloying, it would not be freezing, save perhaps in the latest moments of the night.
We stopped for a rest, though Estarfin took none, and I swiftly changed into somewhat lighter and more suitable garb. I removed my lined, fur cloak and my padded over tunic, and rolling them carefully, added them to the load Pelorian bore. Instead I had my leather re-enforced under tunic, and thinner cloak of green. Far better for traversing the Woodland Realm, thought I.
