Crowhill sat atop one of the sloping hills, sprawling around it like the work of a particularly talented artist.
As Wade rode up to it, the details of the town grew clearer.
While it had no walls or gate like Hiving, Crowhill had clearly defined roads.
The houses in the town were made of wood, and were painted in various shades of red, blue, and green, the town shining beautifully under the light of the sun.
He followed the road up into the town, slowing his horse to a walk.
As he entered Crowhill, a smile appeared on his face. He'd found it. The town where the beekeeper was.
Next to the main road was a stable, and Wade stopped there, paying a few coins for them to hold onto his horse for him.
With that done, he began walking around the town, searching for the compound that had been described to him.
Unlike Hiving, the streets of Crowhill were not as crowded, and apart from him, he'd only seen two other adventurers.
