GAHRYE
The trail went due north to the Tree City and the market, but Gahrye set his eyes on the northwest fork. His bare feet made barely a sound on the hard packed dirt. It was so early the birds hadn't even started to sing yet, though they would start soon.
And he would welcome it when they did.
As he trudged along the trail that curled around the edge of the City, towards the side of the small mountain that loomed, a lonely peak, on this side of the City. As the ground began to climb, he wondered if he would find other disformed already in the cave.
