After leaving the estate of Count Emual or what was left of it, Corvin turned his attention to his newly granted domain.
At the heart of a vast valley stood a massive fortress: ancient stone carved from forgotten veins of bedrock, its silhouette already dominating the ridgelines. Nearly a kilometer south, the shore of Duskwell Reach shimmered under the moody light of the overcast sky. The shore, stretching nearly three kilometers wide, lapped restlessly against the broken cliffs and coves. The waters marked the southern end of Argyll and the northern edge of distant Savaryn, as named in the old maps of Verthalis. The winds carried salt and the distant calls of seabirds, occasionally drowned by the thunder of crashing waves.
