After a long distance, the journey created a tiredness that felt insurmountable to them. They passed quite memorable places. A short, dwarf mountain which Morcel said harboured demons. Rhett seriously doubted that, and as they passed by it, he just gazed at its jagged edges in disbelief.
The sky was dark, gloomy and colourless. Not a single dot of cloud was on it and Rhett shrugged, to him it wasn't really anything, this was how the slayer's domain had looked like since he came into it and it had seemed to master him.
The wind whistled and perched into their ears, sometimes it felt like a mosquito buzzing while at times like a house fly.