And All Things Will End

You plod along, the footfalls you and your companions make echoing throughout the trees. The forest envelops you.

For hours this continues, and you distract yourself from the monotony by watching the sun slowly fall into the western horizon. Of course, this does little to remedy anything.

For the remainder of the journey nothing is said or heard. It is a mercy when you finally see the mud-covered wooden houses that signify Neskos has been reached; One that does not last long.