Bael stood on the edge of the world, watching the wan morning sun cresting the peaks of the jagged Ash’harad. Those distant mountain ranges jutted up out of the earth like savage teeth, biting into the pallid flesh of the lightening sky where heavy storm clouds gathered. Snow was falling lightly, delicate flakes settling upon Bael’s hard features. Beyond the Ash’harad lay the valley in which he and his people made their home. It would be many days more travel before they would see the lush green of the valley. The route through the mountain ranges would take most of their time, and sap most of their strength. He looked directly into the light of the cresting sun without sheltering his eyes, as if daring that celestial body to force him to look away. He surveyed the expanse of peaks and rocky valleys that lay spread out before them as far as the eye could see, and pondered what other trials lay ahead of them. In truth, as far as he saw it this whole enterprise was a wasted effort, one that was certain to cost his people far more than they could afford to give.
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