Three days later, south of Lanneis.

A lonely form dragging a strange sled crested a hill of desolate gray earth. A forest of black stumps lined her right, sometimes cut by ruined towers and small stone mounds that looked like broken teeth on rotted gums. The land fell into a ravine on her left with more desolate tundras afterward, extending ad infinitum. It was cold, dry, and dusty.

“I’m going to sneeze.”

“AAAAH PSHAA!!!!”

“I sneezed.”

//Yes, Your Grace.

//The airborne particles here represent a hazard to public health.

“Your mama represents a hazard to public health.”

//We can take a break, if you are in distress.

“Am I in distress?”

Current status:

Exhaustion

Malnourishment

Mana poisoning (serious)

Soul trauma (serious)