The wind howled down from the icy cliffs as Ren, Lilith, and Thorn trudged the final stretch of the mountainside trail.
Snow clung to the ragged edges of their cloaks, their boots crunching through frost and gravel.
Their breath came in puffs of white against the thin mountain air, the cold biting into their bones despite the layers they wore.
Ahead of them, nestled in a jagged valley flanked by sharp peaks, the town of Ur finally came into view.
Ur looked like a fortress of stone and silence. Its buildings were squat and sturdy, crafted from dark timber and slabs of black rock pulled from the mountains themselves.
They huddled together as if bracing against the eternal chill, roofs bowed beneath decades of snow and shadow. Narrow streets wound between them like veins, quiet and watchful.
"There it is." Ren said, nodding toward the cluster of buildings with a faint smile. "Ur."
Thorn exhaled slowly, rubbing his arms. "Doesn't look very friendly."
