The Barrier had fallen.
He had only lived within it for a span of months, barely half a year, if that, but still the loss of it was world-shaking and had profound implications for all of them. Reinvigoration of the land and animals and freedom for those within, of course… but they had unleashed a force kept chained for centuries in direct defiance of local gods, and they had no idea if their new neighbors were friendly or hostile.
Yet.
Tomorrow he would, hopefully, set out with a group to begin answering the latter question, and learning more about the forest to the north. Bird’s-eye scouts had already reported that there would be no travel west or south, at least not for a while. But that left plenty of ground to cover, going by the map in Safrin’s book.
The book that was open in front of him at the large table in the guildhall, along with three others from Safrin’s library as he tried to piece together any final tidbits of information he could glean from their pages on the world beyond the barrier, before he set foot in it himself.
The Provost leaned back in his chair, rubbing at the bridge of his nose and groping after his tea in a mug that had gone cold quite some time ago. He drank without tasting it, then went back to scratching notes in his journal with a pencil as he compared information between the tomes and sifted each word for clues.
Remi
He had only lived within it for a span of months, barely half a year, if that, but still the loss of it was world-shaking and had profound implications for all of them. Reinvigoration of the land and animals and freedom for those within, of course… but they had unleashed a force kept chained for centuries in direct defiance of local gods, and they had no idea if their new neighbors were friendly or hostile.
Yet.
Tomorrow he would, hopefully, set out with a group to begin answering the latter question, and learning more about the forest to the north. Bird’s-eye scouts had already reported that there would be no travel west or south, at least not for a while. But that left plenty of ground to cover, going by the map in Safrin’s book.
The book that was open in front of him at the large table in the guildhall, along with three others from Safrin’s library as he tried to piece together any final tidbits of information he could glean from their pages on the world beyond the barrier, before he set foot in it himself.
The Provost leaned back in his chair, rubbing at the bridge of his nose and groping after his tea in a mug that had gone cold quite some time ago. He drank without tasting it, then went back to scratching notes in his journal with a pencil as he compared information between the tomes and sifted each word for clues.
Remi
