Nocturne Summit not gonna burn myself anymore

Weather: 13°F, Mostly Cloudy.

The smell lingered in the valley below Moonspear, so Dune had tried to get as far away from it as possible. It was nerve-racking, and he knew that staying close to it any longer would likely cause him to lose his shit. (Not literally, although he was quite regular.) Dune tried to keep his mind off the smell, that alluring smell, and he headed further south, around the base of another tall mountain, which is where he presently stood.

From up here, he could just make out the largest lake he had ever seen, along with a strangely-shaped mountain to the east of it. The mountain looked as though the top had been cut off, leaving it flat on top (though he could not see over the lip, nor the lake that resided in the caldera). He peered at the landscape below, taking in a deep breath of cold air.