Farkas spurred his coal black mare on. Evening was approaching and they still had a few hours ahead of them. Already, the volcanic waste was far behind them and jungle surrounded them. Umbrage rode behind Farkas on one of his hell hounds, as the other clicked with excitement and followed them closely, sniffing the unfamiliar air. Lord Az had sent Farkas on a diplomatic mission to the Ebonsgraspian empire a few days ago. The main reason was to propose an alliance, but also to exchange in their knowledge of the arcane arts, and perhaps learn more about the nations around them.
Farkas’s horse suddenly slowed down and began to whinny nervously. They had to be close. Already, Farkas could sense fire and people in the distance with his keen sense of smell. He slid off the saddle and proceeded to lead his horse forward, motioning for Umbrage to do the same. Umbrage shrugged and got off the hound. He fed it some of the raw rabbit he had caught earlier. It swallowed the morsel whole with great appetite, clicking loudly with satisfaction.
Soon, the two travelers emerged from the forest onto a muddy shore. In the center of the water was a fortified citadel, and to their right was a bridge.
“That must be it eh?” Umbrage remarked. “Lots of purple…good taste?”
Farkas lit a torch and held it high. “Never mind their decorating choice, Umbrage. What matters most right now is that they don’t perceive us as a threat. Light your torch.”
Anyone looking from the island then would have seen two tiny flames on the beach moving through the pitch black night toward the bridge.