The desolate landscape of Oldergrah stretched before Gerard as he rode Alder through the crumbling remnants of a once great city. The air was heavy with an eerie stillness, broken only by the faint sound of wind whistling through the skeletal remains of buildings. The city had long been reduced to a haunting ruin, its walls shattered and its streets overgrown with tangled vegetation.
"Is this a good idea, master?" Alder asked.
"If the lich is anything like I was before I gave myself a human body, then I know just how powerful it is. I'll have to be careful."
"You know best, master."
The ride through the ruins held no surprises. They came across no undead as they trotted through the empty streets.
