Redsand Canyon düster

in the days that followed, mahler climbed to the highest point of the hollow to stare dismally in the direction of andraste's ghostly realm. but return he would not, return he could not; he refused to be more of a fool than he had already found himself.
disconsolate, mahler departed diaspora now, and went down into a canyon that once inhabited horses. no spoor of them now; all hoofed game had fled the shattering of the mountains.
desolate, emptyjawed, the general wandered its as snow began to fall in great draughts, thickening the air with cold feathers.