The boys together walking the path towards the carriage. For an island, the plains before them stretches out sweet golden grass. Delicate small animals mousing about the dense grass. The path itself is winding a paradise that makes Tyr consider what the hell happened here in his mind the western front. Is a warzone and has always been perhaps like their classes. Not everything in his memories is perfect.
A few weeks ago, his memories are a mesh of possibility. In this maze of life yet to be relived there are no celestials. It is all new to him the connections the rivalry between celestials powers. Distance is their only salvation.
The walk takes an hour because they are not rushing and taking time to observe the world around them. Arriving a while later the boys see a steel flatbed wagon pulled by two Piker. They are bigger than normal Draft Dogs, almost a head taller and half a body thicker. Docile and friendly these giants love nothing more than to pull.
