Sawtooth Spire vergoldet

@Star :D

he followed windholme up for some ways, marveling at how the flow of the water did not cease in power. for a long while, the eisen trotted the trajectory of their landmark, breathing in the still night air and looking up from time to time as the moon began to rise.
mahler wended his way between the thin boles standing silent and tall, reaching upward to the misted heavens that were heavy with the blunt navy roil of darkness studded now only by small pinpricks of light.