A week has passed.
From the sky, he had only seen the broad outline of the world. Now, after seven days on its surface, he had a much clearer picture of how its people lived.
The mountain range was shared by two races. The dwarves carved their halls into the lower slopes, while the Dawn Elves occupied the terraces above. Smoke rose continuously from the forge chimneys, and the distant ring of hammers echoed through the valleys. Massive workshops had been built into the mountainsides, their entrances wide enough to accommodate enormous pieces of machinery and the steady flow of materials.
Below them, the forests bordered the human settlements. The Wood Elves lived beneath the canopy, while the humans of Pardera had built their towns along its edge. Their settlements stood so close that members of both races regularly crossed paths, sharing the same roads and trading grounds.
Four races. One refuge.
