The journey was long and arduous. And by the time we finally arrived at the coast, the sun was breaking over the horizon casting the world into a red haze. A bad omen it was whispered amongst the travellers.
I had tried to sleep during the journey as we jostled down the narrow country lanes, but sleep didn’t find me. And for the second night I was unable to find any rest. I was running purely off of adrenaline at this point. My eyes tired, my head aching, and my heart broken. But I knew that for the sake of everyone that was with me I had to do my bets to push through and be seen to lead with a level head. It was now me that they were all relying on to lead them. And I refused to let everyone down by being weak.
Wolfridge was nothing like what I expected, yet still a spectacular sight
