It was dreary and despondent. All of it was.
The road that had curled north for miles upon miles was cobbled. The stones themselves polished and glistening wet like oiled skulls or globular scales. A haze of rain lay over the land, bathing the sullen country in grey and discomforting wetness. The road itself was hugged by dikes, in turn covered by brownish blades of grass, in attempt to keep the mud under control. The clouds gracing the inhospitable land below with their moisture seemed to cover the entirety of the heavens not unlike a bleak blanket.
Dreadful lands indeed.
The elements tugged at the barren branches absent leaves; their only foliage long strands of brown moss. In the distance pinewood stretched along the horizon, only barely visible through the rain. Fortunately for the lone rider on his poorly looking horse, a long leather waistcoat and widely brimmed hat shielded him from most of the sneering wind and cutting rain. The leather had been treated with oxen and dog la