The journey across the lands of Grandol was long and tedious. Grandol was huge, massive in girth. Stretching thousands of kilometers from the edge of River Solia in the west, towards the mighty River Noren to its far East.
Andron, Iris and Volck had been riding for a week now. Passing through empty wastelands, climbing up mountains and treading through thick valleys. Then occasionally passing by one of the Grandolian towns and villages. Some of the villages they passed through had no walls around their circumference, while some other larger towns had tall concrete walls surrounding them.
The three had stopped to rest in all types of places. Sometimes sleeping on open grasslands and eating wild berries. Other times finding a good open village where they rented accommodation and had a dece
