Junior had a much easier time getting across the river, and was smart enough to stop after a week in the foothills north of the Mountains of Zohr where he spent a week hunting, resting, and recovering from near starvation. One day he met a dwarf, but the surly miner cared nothing for the troubles of a lost barbarian prince and never paused in his journey. Good riddance to bad rubbish so far as Cal was concerned.
Feeling much revived, he journeyed down to the Temple of Zohr where he fell in with a bad crowd. His first night at the Temple, the convinced him to aid them in an attempt to steal a large sum of money from the poor box.
Being the quick and clever sort, Cal Junior pulled down a cool 200gp, of which he kept 180. (Ten percent to the thieves guild is only proper.) He then hot-footed it south where the next day he wandered into a swarm of goblins patrolling the region around their keep. Allies of the Temple, tipped off by the angry priests? Unlikely, as Cal Junior fled back to the Temple, where no one was any the wiser. After securing more provisions, he decided to head north.