On the deck of the flagship of the Bolgrut fleet, the great Inquisitor Travis Neerevian looked at the city built on the mountain, it was a prodigy that they had managed to build three walls and that entire city, citadel and castle in such a short time. I did not admire that type of stone construction, it was a brutalism typical of the lack of development, but it was a solid construction, on top of the walls some defenders protected themselves from the sun and the sun under some tents, while others were already in position awaiting your arrival. The cold winter wind lashed the deck, carrying wisps of snow and making the stay at the heights unpleasant.
At first his mission was purely routine, as with so many new ones in Athair he only had to arrive, inspect the precursors and interrogate them until he was sure that there was no potential Dream Rider, nor any precursor that could transmit the affinity with the magic of dreams for future generations.
