We ride south through the Norguard Orchards.
The trees bear a ripe harvest of apples in the brilliant red of autumn. When we cross over the hills of the Northern Outskirts of Norguard, we spot a city on the horizon.
I draw up on my horse.
We have some distance, but it's already beginning to sink in how close we are to a life-and-death game.
"...We're close." I say, in a warning tone.
Lucas nods. "We are."
After only another moment of hesitation, I urge my horse forward. The entrance to the ruins that hold the first key are on that island, and we absolutely need to get it before our competition, whoever that may be, gets their hands on it first.
Our destination is the largest dock on the lakeside.
It's a large village, surrounded by docks, and ships, filled with vendors and traders. Shops dot the edge of the village, some on the ground and some hanging over the water.
It's a quiet place.
