Third person POV:
The road to Duskbane turned east as the afternoon drew out into gold.
They had been walking for hours—that it makes them feel that they can't feel their legs anymore, but with the steady beat of people who had nowhere they had to be at the moment. The Pale Verge was behind them, still and decided. The road ahead wound gently through hills and trees and fields that showed the quiet signs of human presence.
It was Sky who spotted the town first when he glanced at his side.
“There,” Sky shouted, pointing down the road.
The town was small but not fragile—stone and wood buildings gathered around a central square, smoke drifting lazily from chimneys, pennants streaming from rooftops in soft pastel hues. The sound came to them before they could see it clearly: laughter, mus
