As they flew through the skies, the vast expanse of Grimhold spread out below.
Endless forests stretched as far as the eye could see, with towering ancient trees standing tall like guardians of the land.
Now and then, the rustling of leaves from the canopy below hinted at powerful creatures lurking in the shadows, but none dared approach the powerful group soaring overhead.
Occasionally, they passed by small clusters of barbarian tribes, proud, self-sufficient villages situated in clearings, where the people moved about their daily routines.
The sheer size of the land was overwhelming, a never-ending green wilderness that stretched to the horizon.
Behind them, the distant snow-capped peaks of the mountains loomed, sharp and cold.
Amelia glanced back at the mountains for a moment, her expression unreadable, while Bronn and his father fixed their eyes on the path ahead.
…
"We're here," Bronn said with a hint of pride in his voice.
