Sirina flies overhead, unseen and undetected as they finally approach Degolan. The cloak she stole a week ago has seen better days, and so has she but delight fizzles beneath her skin for she has never come this far during any of her stolen travels. The man guides his horse through a pass between two huge ugly mountains standing side by side while she flies over it. Degolan is a kingdom that might have many benefits, but aesthetically pleasing is not one of them. While it might have been beautiful once, the land is dry and sparse now, barely a green tree in sight. The ground looks bare and scorched and she is hard-pressed to see free animals roaming the village. How the villagers survive is well beyond her. Around the large kingdom are sentry mountains, standing against the horizon from ev
