I mounted the
shoulder of the ridge and pulled up, raising my visor to get a good
look at the valley before me. The river ran down the middle of the
basin that lay before me, carving it’s path around and back to the
sea that I had started at so many weeks ago. The walled town of
Oberwoelz sat upon the river, some three leagues from my current
position; just as my map read. I saddled back up and completed the
final leg to my next country of destination.