Everard said these lands have rotted.

Everard said these lands have rotted and I see it.

Darkness clings to the forest, like a cloud settling in,

covering the trees in shadow and ash.

The coast lay far off, hidden away well beyond the fog that obscures the way to the waters, and to the east, far beyond the sea-green swamps that dot the landscapes like patchwork lay the mountains.

And past the mountains our destination.

Do you think we'll make it?

I think the Blackstown is our goal.

And somewhere within the swamps or on the road through the mountains, we'll need to find a way to take it.

If the companions that Evrard is assigned to us will allow.

One bite at a time, old friend.

But then, then our journey is complete.

If Kane honors the deal.

The deal.

I don't know what lay in store for us when that moment comes.

But until then, what choice do we have?

We continue on, like we always have.

And hope and pray.

There's something out there willing to listen.

All this time around God's rubbing off on you, Arthur.

No.

Just hoping there's a way out of this.

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