Kutur trudged up to a cliff face. He squinted in the cold, searching for it. Then he pointed. "See that glimmer of light? That's Patir, The East's closest stronghold. It marks the center point between our non-unified kingdoms and empires and the big one that stretches all the way to the coast." The glimmer seems to twinkle and warp constantly. "It's only ceremonial. I think the 3 of us is enough manpower to conquer it. They like their lights there, and they use up literally tons of candles each night."