Garek Enkdal - the City of Ten Thousand Blades
With Alasha'an estimating it will take you the best part of the day to reach the area where she believes the ruins that Venelia spoke of can be found, you decide that following the road is the best option, if a slightly longer route.
The day is warm, and perhaps uncomfortably bright after so long (for some more than others) in the mists and shadows, and without them the blighted land is revealed. What once were fields, of grass and farmed crops, dotted picturesquely with the occasional shady tree is now little more than a dusty, barren plain.
For Hamin and Yetta, especially, the contrast to what they once knew is painful.
Around midday, when the sun is at its height (Ayas having long given up with his cloak while there are none around to see him lest he perish from the heat), you halt, those familiar with this road somewhat perplexed as it continues straight as far as the eye can see, with no sign at all of the intersection with the road that ran from the Grunhelm forest to the east to Kalibar in the west.
Certain you have not missed it, you continue on, scanning the sides of the road with care, until eventually Alasha'an spots a fallen marker, all but buried in the ground. A road, perhaps once crossed here, but it has long gone, not overgrown as one might expect with the passage of years, but covered with soil, blown by the winds that scoured the bare earth.
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