Volck trained his eyes upon the rolling landscape on the horizon. The star was now slowly dipping away and he could see the zigzag lines of the mountain ranges just as the light of the star disappeared behind them. It was calming.
The horse, on which he sat, was walking slowly upon the long wooden bridge that crossed River Noren. The horse was tired. Volck was tired too. He'd now been riding nonstop for three days, all across the lands of Dracon in the East.
The wooden bridge he traversed upon was built high into the air and was very long. Long because River Noren was massive in girth. As a matter of fact, River Noren was the largest and longest river in both Middle Earth and The South. It cut all the way across Middle Earth from the Northern forest and flowed down into The Kingdom of
