The journey back to Mt-Sorg passed as in a dream. One in which, Gwilherm hardly remembered the days of journey beyond the sight of a ravaged landscape one that it was evident Balthrorth had burnt and destroyed leaving nary a trace of the countryside that they had previously enjoyed traveling through, in the direction of Falsveal a mere month and a half prior. Horrified by the blackened husks that were the animals that had grazed and the people who once managed them, with the landscape so utterly blackened and still in some places in flames, regardless of how it had been days since Balthrorth had traversed through the area.
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