Slowly regaining focus, Roland followed the two ladies' gazes to the spectacle that had provoked their excited outburst.
They're as easily excited as grade-schoolers on a field trip, he reflected.
Gazing at the golden reflection, visible from 20 kilometers away, Roland couldn't help but scratch his chestnut hair, ruffled from sleep, and chuckle. He recalled his own reaction when he first rode the tram in Alfheim.
On the horizon, a magnificent man-made structure soared above the landscape.
The Triumphal Arch.
