[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Munchkin Country]
The yellow brick road was an easy enough path to follow. It didn't twist, vanish, or collapse beneath their feet. It didn't demand a toll, there were no springing traps, and it did not even force them to wade through mud or scale cliffs. The bricks were set neatly, unnaturally neat—each one the same size, the same shape, and the same shade of yellow, like the world had decided to be merciful for once.
There were hardly any obstacles in the way, which made the journey extremely easy. So easy it almost felt suspicious. It merely felt like a lull.
But an easy journey also meant quite a boring one. It meant no sudden interruptions, no threats to combat, no surprises to ease the boredom, no sharp turns that demanded attention, no reason to speak or to even react. Just a long stretch of road that asked for nothing and gave nothing back.
