[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
The General eventually seated himself upon a broad slab of stone not far from the marble wall.
His sabatons scraped lightly against the rough surface before settling. Once seated, his posture leaned slightly forward, armored forearms resting loosely upon his legs. The heavy black gauntlets hung near his knees, fingers relaxed.
He simply stared ahead.
Beyond the wall and the narrow gate stretched a wide expanse of uneven terrain. Rock formations pushed up from the ground in long ridges, broken occasionally by crude paths carved by travel. Here and there the stone dropped into shallow cliffs, then rose again in layers that seemed to stretch endlessly across Quadling Country.
His helmet faced the horizon without movement.
