Phoenix Maplewood What if the witches wrote the book

did a bit of a time jump to move us along

Arch nodded his gratitude and Starbuck beamed back to acknowledge it. With haste we will reach it tomorrow before the sun reaches its zenith. If we slow our pace it may take longer, she said. Her road to these woods was a leisurely one, so her calculation was only approximate. 

After several hours of travel, during which they emerged from one wood and passed through another (Herbalist's Cache) Starbuck's legs grew weary. Night had drawn over the them, and she wanted nothing more than to rest for the evening. Arch, shall we rest? she said at the western edge of the Cache, where the treeline broke into plains, which broke into mountains. They were near the Keep, her approximation had been correct. The woods would offer them shelter in the night. It seemed a good place to stop.