Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 314==

We finally got our marching orders.  The mercenary corps leading the way for the militia in a long hard march down the trade road and into Wolflake.  It took two days before we exited the valley.  Since we have to move with the corps, we had our pilot fly the Hind to meet us at the forts we stayed the night at.  We're using the ship as a scout right now, performing wide concentric circles and keeping an eye out for undead.  Only a few small groups have been encountered, often wandering aimlessly until they spotted us.  We've been cremating the bodies after we manage to make them stop moving.  The militia has a large portable crematory just for the occasion.  I think it's a little elaborate but as long as I'm not the one pulling it.  In other news, the mp3 golem is following us.  It's been playing Highway to Hell the entire time.  The troops were spooked for awhile but then took it as a divine sign of assured victory.