Wherein a fascinating lecture is held (Ch. 4)
“And Dorean asked his companion, who by now was fed up with his nonsense, a simple question that had been nagging him for a while now. “But what will we really, you know, find once we reach the place? We don’t know anyone who’s made the trip. We’re only here by what must be Enneta’s blessing and Ghorino’s strength. And… I’m just starting to wonder whether we really know what our goal is.” He paused a bit then, for his companion was already shaking his head sadly. Dorean strained and sweated underneath his heavy pack, wishing for the comforting cold of his homeland. He tried to remember what he was asking his companion about… wait, his companion? Who? Dorean was alone on this quest. Alone, in the sweltering heat. Alone, in this strange songless land. A land far away from spirits and gods.” Excerpt from partially burned scroll in Jennepet’s archive of northern stories, accurate as of 511 to the sacrifice of the first Pontiac. “I’m well and truly tired of your constant bombard