"You see, this is Xia Mapo. The terrain here was originally very steep, making it easy to stumble without dismounting."
"Going 10 miles forward from here, you'll reach Joan of Arc Castle; ahead is Gray Furnace Town, I better hide for a bit."
Along the way, Harbin cheerfully chatted as they walked, Grampwen told Horn he had never seen a Dwarf talk so much.
On the road wrapped by farmed hills, a black dragon-like caravan slowly moved forward, attracting the curiosity of the peasant laborers, who lifted their heads to gaze curiously.
The overseers' long whips and reprimands soon followed.
The ground was covered with a blanket of golden autumn leaves, which swayed gently in the breeze, falling like gold coins to the earth.
On Horn's left were still mountains, while on the right, an endless plain stretched out. Only through the mist could the remnants of the green mountains be seen.
After a day's walk, at noon on November 2nd, Horn finally reached the designated location.
