ELEVEN
Ironcliff
SUMMER 965 MC
"I see crops," said Revi. "We must be getting close to Ironcliff.
Before them, the rock-strewn terrain gave way to greener pastures and, off in the distance, were the first signs of cultivated fields. Standing in amongst them at regular intervals were stone towers, jutting out of the land, giving the place an odd appearance.
"What in the name of Saxnor are those things for?" asked Arnim. "They certainly don't seem very imposing."
"Let's find out, shall we?" Revi closed his eyes, beginning the incantation that would connect him to his familiar. Moments later, he was soaring through the sky, his mind seeing through Shellbreaker's eyes.
"There are people in those towers," he said. "Dwarves, by all appearances."
"So they must be on the lookout for somethi
