Come the 5th of May, a Thursday, the party heads out on a brisk, nearly cloudless day, with a fresh wind blowing hard out of the south and only high stratus clouds to be seen. There is nary a sign of rain. Moving south along the road out of Stavanger, the party sees some preparations to the defenses of the city, mounds of earth and ditches being built by labor gangs. As they progress south, for the first two miles they encounter a spattering stream of refugees who are moving north along the road with their belongings, about thirty families altogether. Then, nothing.
The road is empty by the second hour. Steadily you near the crossroads between Hole and Verdelen, to the south (and beyond Verdelen, Egersund). Reaching the crossroads, you find yourself facing a large number of guards who are commanding a gang of laborers to hastily construct a palisade surrounding a small post that is there.
Naturally, a group of three guards will see you moving south along the road and will lift themselves up from their rumps to come speak with you. The largest one, apparently a commander in the King's army, raises a hand and says, "God be with you, travellers."