Following the showdown with the quicklings, the party pauses to bury the dead and take stock of their situation. Deciding the best way to memorialise the fallen would be to see everyone safely to the golden city, the caravan presses onwards into the mountains and the first sign of real progress. As they crest the highest summit, the party is afforded a magnificent view of the western lands.
To the east spreads the deep green of the Kerangas valley and the Periyar river flowing north to the Queen’s Bay. Here and there, the spires of the scattered cities of the Anjaj confederation rise above the ancient treetops. At the foot of the mountain, they spot the smoke of a campfire and decide to check it out on the way back. To the west, beyond the foot of the mountains, the land is shrouded in a sea of perpetual mist. If the western sea is out there, or it’s just the very edge of the world – no one can say. But more importantly, far to the south, Serribon’s keen eyes pick out a golden metallic glimmer. With the end potentially in sight, the party presses onwards.
After several more grueling days of mountaineering, they finally reach the shining city of gold, where they find exactly what they were looking for.
For a time.
Their business with the gnomes concluded, the party returns to the eastern foothills of the Maidens and go in search of their mysterious camper. Finding her wasn’t very difficult, and at the end of the day, the party has a new member – the druid Acadia.