58: Sent to End
“Are we sure it’s this way?” Aeowyn asks, dangerously close to whining. “Do we have to travel through this desolate wasteland?” The landscape around them is dry and dusty, varying shades of grey and brown and sulfur yellow. No vegetation of any kind is anywhere to be seen; only random pillars and conglomerations of oddly-shaped rock interrupt the flat, featureless plain. Off to their right, if they were all to alight and remain completely motionless, they could faintly hear the rushing of a river at the bottom of a rocky chasm. “Fastest way to get to the Faemoor Cliffs,” Seamus replies, gesturing ahead. “Another day or so of travel and we’ll be there.” “And then what?” Alastair demands, irritable as ever. “We start knocking on cave entrances asking if anyone’s seen a giant creature of da
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