They moved swiftly through the empty plains. There were a few forested areas, but most of the terrain were made up of hills with low amount of vegetation.
The Sun had nearly set by the time they made camp. It was near a strait called the Dardanelles, which they had to pass to continue the last part of their long journey.
The strait wasn't anything special, but David told them that it was the home of some horror which only came out at night, so they had to wait until daytime to cross.
Sera and David both let the setting up of the camp to the others. While waiting they both left the group and walked towards the edge of a cliff which stood above the Dardanelles.
The strait was small, a bit more than two kilometers wide. They could easily see the other side from here.
There was nothing really noteworthy to see, but they still made sure to look at everything that has a chance of causing trouble.
