"Now there, Jessie. Don't ye be frettin' now. Ye'll jus' get the rest of 'em riled up," the Dwarf said, patting the mule walking beside him. He looked back over his shoulder at the other mules following along. Each was carrying a heavy load of supplies, from food to bandages to arms and armor.
The snort he received in response from the mule seemed equal parts indignation and bluster.
"Well, I can na' say I blame ye. This place always gets me spooked," the Dwarf said, this time more to himself than the animal next to him. He took a moment to look at his surroundings.
The sky was shrouded in a sickly haze, a blanket of yellow clouds stretching from one horizon to the other. Through the thick malaise, barren hills could be seen rising in the distance. These were easily visible through the remains of the forest surrounding him because only the occasional pine had something left on its branches.