We make good time even if we're not at a gallop.
If 'days too late for most of the people in the village' can be called 'good time'.
By the time we draw near Norguard, Roland and Celeste have already found their way to the survivors and the medical tents.
I can see Celeste's brilliant spellwork flaring up in through the air in the distance, so at least that means not everyone in this city is dead.
It's hard to believe that's even possible, riding through the ruined town.
Almost all the buildings are at least partly collapsed. The signs of the fire I'd seen from a distance are even more evident up close - only no longer smouldering on the ground because it's been so long there's no fuel left for it to burn.
I carefully guide Artur around the deep cracks and uneven ground left from...
From...
What ever happened.
