Ning's group follows the rushing river, the pathway running down the side of it. The gorging river's loud sound was drowning and permanent, causing many to stay in constant fear of it suddenly rushing up the side of the banks into where they were.
Thankfully, the river itself was getting calmer by the minute as rainfall to the north had died down a lot. It was still dangerous for a person to cross on their own, but it was low enough now that even the southern bridge would be of no real threat.
"That the fortress," one of the men said, pointing far away to the distance where beyond the canopy of the trees, the broken walls of the old fort could be seen.
Ning had been in the middle of teaching when he heard the noise. "We'll continue this later," he said and stuck his head out of the window. He could see the fortress walls nearly an hour away at the rate they were going.
