You take a moment to survey the land ahead. An upland valley lies before you—a mixture of rolling hillocks among stretches of flatter ground that rises gently before it meets with the far end of a ring of encircling mountains perhaps two miles from your present position. In the midst of those mountains, looming over the valley, is the vast, jagged peak that you saw in your vision back on the Great Steppe.
You are undoubtedly at your destination, but the terrain of this valley is similar to that through which you've been riding since you left the Citadel. The lush grassland of your vision is nowhere to be seen.
"Is…is this it?" says Kral as he pulls his horse up beside you. "Is this the Valley of the North Wind?"