C46 Crossroads of the Forgotten

Two days’ travel took them far from the familiar grove of Velthran’s Hollow.

The land beyond shifted steadily—rolling meadows giving way to craggy foothills and weathered stone paths long overgrown by creeping ivy. Birds cried overhead, and the wind carried the faintest taste of salt from distant coasts.

Their convoy moved steadily but without haste. Evelyne kept at the front