Thankfully for the both of them, their trek up the side of the cliff was undisturbed, aside from the sound of rushing water from the waterfall they passed by. As night fell and the moon rose, they arrived at the top of the cliff and spanning out before them was a township. It was surrounding by a large stone wall with towers and a large wooden gate set into the front. Bronwick moved toward the gate and began to heft it open with his immense strength, letting the doors fly open into the township itself. The inside was fairly well built, solid houses and muddy streets, lamps lit at street corners and signs hanging in the slight wind... however, as they looked around, there was no-one in sight. No-one at all.

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