The city of Nolwen was smaller than Xior had expected—it was a cluster of maybe twenty houses around a square with roofs that sagged under damp moss.
The air smelled faintly of ash and salt as it was a costal city. Smoke rose from the chimneys though the fire inside them flickered and was on the verge of being put out.
It was a five day journey from the capital to Nolwen, but Xior was accompanied by the cavalry groups first division.
Chapter will be fixed soon, I'm out of town for a few days so haven't had time to really write. But fret now. Hopefully today I will write then and fix them, and then prepare chapters in advance for later in light of this incident which had me go out of town, so if it occurs next time I'd be able to easily upload the chapters.
Nolwen was smaller than he expected — a cluster of maybe twenty wooden houses crouched around a square, roofs sagging under damp moss.
