The sun was slowly setting, casting a golden and wavering glow over the winding road. Galäm, seated next to Donovan, cast furtive glances around, fascinated by the vast, wild expanses stretching on either side of the path. These lands, more untamed and rugged than any he had known until now, bore the traces of an ancient history. It was said that the elves once ruled here, and he imagined that the breeze still whispered mysteries only they could understand.