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Derek nods at you, mounts his horse, and rides to the front of the caravan.

Thomas steps in front of you. As he's looking on his caravan, he says,[i]"I hope to be seeing you shortly, Mr. Axeslinger. Farewell."[/i] He turns on his heels and walks back to the gates. He travels a short distance into the city, turns once more, and watches as the caravan begins to depart.

Your donkey stares at you apathetically when you step onto it.

You hear Derek's voice from the front of the convoy.
"Alright then! We ride to Curaw!"

Horses whinny and wheels begin to clack, and the caravan leaves. Your donkey immediately falls behind, but lazily keeps pace with the rear wagon. A half an hour later, the caravan reaches the end of the Dhirim Plateau, takes a sharp turn down the side of the plateau, and Dhirim disappears from view.

Eventually, you are far enough away from the natural formation that you can see the tallest spires of Dhirim poking out from the plateau, but they are faint and tinged by blue-grey fog.

Soon, the brown-green grasslands begin to lighten, and turn blue-green, the weather is slightly colder. The outskirts of both Swadian and Vaegir territory. There is nothing to do but wait, think, and admire the landscape.

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