Before you can know for sure, you awaken.
Your journey resumes, but the dream returns every night, as further proof that Cabryx's destiny is still with you.
The air grows crisp as you move north. Soon you begin riding even through midday, to keep your mount in the sunlight. Finally, late one afternoon, you come upon a long row of wooden markers. The earth around them is still fresh, as if they have only recently been driven into the ground. They are carved with prayers for the safe passage of the wanderers and have bowls set before them, filled with decaying figs and grain. The markers proceed into the distance in both directions, like the perimeter of a fence.
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