A week later, Marcus went over to the land.
The road leading out of Berm stretched into open terrain, the stone path slowly giving way to packed dirt as the city walls faded behind him. The noise of the city disappeared with distance, replaced by the quiet of open land and the occasional sound of wind brushing through grass.
It took him less than an hour to reach the location.
When he arrived, he stopped.
And looked.
The land stretched far ahead of him.
Mostly flat, with a slight elevation toward the far side. Enough to give a natural advantage in visibility. The main road ran along one edge, just as he requested. It wasn't heavily trafficked, but it was enough for supply movement.
"…Not bad," Marcus muttered.
A carriage was already parked near the center.
Gerrand Voss stood beside it, dressed the same as before, hands behind his back as he waited.
When Marcus approached, Gerrand gave a slight nod.
"You're on time."
Marcus stopped beside him, eyes still scanning the land.
