Chapter 22 - To Kill An Archmage

The next town was days aways. The inlands of Icast were not densely populated. The towns that were on the plains of Icast tended to be of mixed races. In the rolling foothills outside of the southern part of Elven Guard, our next destination lay. They were called the Dornwich Foothills and they took up a certain percentage of Icast. Nestled between the hills, there was one village. The town name on my map was smudged, covered in some sort of brown spot I hoped was coffee. Essaerae asked a passerby what the name of the town was as we entered. They called it Cherrytown.

We weren't too out of place in the drab city of Cherrytown. There weren't a lot of people out on the streets. The town wasn't very large. A few square miles of houses and businesses that seemed like they laundered money behind the scenes. Fruit vendor stalls held day-old rotting fruit. There was nobody attending to them, as if they didn't care if their wares were stolen.