After dealing with the surprise attack by the Golem, and dealing with a couple more along the way, we arrived at the walled city just in time before nightfall.
As the sun gradually descended over the edge of the horizon, more and more of the sky was painted dark, casting warmer glows with whatever light remained. Eventually, the whole world was engulfed in shadow, leaving no more than a faint silhouette to be visible in the distance of the great mountain range.
In a fantasy world with no invention of modern day illumination, the wilderness was such a place; dark, dangerous, and cold. It was lucky that we were able to make it in time, or perhaps that was just the way the plot had intended it to go from the beginning, the magic of the Library inserting me in just the right place in order to follow along.
