After satisfying your hunger and packing your belongings, you set out. Another hot day is in store as the rising sun looms in the eastern, cloudless sky.
True to her word, the journey up the river valley is uneventful. The river is fairly broad and serene here, and the land mostly flat with the occasional grassy hill. A light breeze comes off the river. You pass some farms, even garnering a wave or two from those in the fields. Grimma explains the folk here are used to seeing armed patrols. You travel several hours and Grimma calls for a short rest, before you turn to the north.
Here the land is more desolate, broken by larger hills topped by rock outcroppings. Grimma treads carefully along a faint trail, until that disappears and you are truly in wild country.
Encounter 1d6=4
Grimma calls a halt as the sun is setting, near an outcropping with a small spring at its base. "This seems a good a spot as any to camp. We should be at Wessex Keep tomorrow if all goes well. I'll keep first watch," Grimma says as she lowers her pack.
Any special actions, specific watch order, etc?